A concert plays in my head. There's me and Giles singing a duet lead backed up by Giles' dad Rick on guitar. Rick has on a solid-colored t-shirt, probably red or blue, and tan shorts with black sneakers. Giles has on shorts, sneakers, a random t-shirt underneath his blue and white Hawaian style button shirt. Giles' hair is pulled back in a pony tail, Rick's is not.

Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I wanna go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
and it went right to my head

Wherever I may roam
land, sea or foam
you'll always here me signing this song
show my the way to go home

We repeat two verses several more times, each getting successively louder punctuated by a solo ripped up by Rick. By the time we hit the last verse the last time, the entire bar is drunkenly singing alone with us. We bow off the stage under thunderous hoots and hollers from the drunk patrons.