Ah-oh, smokestack lightnin,
Shinin, just like a Golden Pash,
Why don’t ya hear me cryin?
Whoa-oh, who been here baby since,
I-I been gone, a little, bity boy?
Girl, be on.
Whooo. Howlin’ Wolf
Although separated by time and space, I found these objects to be connected. Somehow. I suppose if you were going to have a golden pash, where better than the back of this golden…thing. With of course a Golden Gaytime.