I FEEL GOOD. I FEEL BETTER THAN JAMES BROWN

COMMANDER IN CHIEF, COMMAND!

I was attending Mardi Gras with Fidel Castro

Cross-dressers threw fake gold coins to our feet

as we disscussed the fate of the revolution.

Suddenly CIA men tried to stab us with fountain pens.

Fidel blew from his cigar and inmobilized the lot of them.

Nineteen tequilas later we had a deal:

Havana goes back to the mob

and Fidel and I open a chain

of Kentucky Fried Chicken shops.

Ain't life sweet?

I feel good, I feel better than James Brown.

I feel better now, I feel better than James Brown.

How do you feel?