I was born in Miami, Florida, 1953. First thing I did was crack the back of my head on the floor. I stepped on a bee when I was four. I slammed the door of a 57 Chevy on my hand when I was six. Little did I know that darker clouds were gathering on the horizon of my life. That's the story. That's the story. That's the story. That's the story. That's the story. Later on, messing around in the backyard, I was nine. I stumbled onto the secret of anti-gravity. It's such a simple trick, I said to myself. I hope I can remember. Instinctively, I knew that trouble, and I spelled that with a T. I said I knew that trouble was bound to come. That's the story. That's the story. That's the story. That's the story. That's the story. Still later, I met a girl named Sue, only daughter of the football coach. I liked her. I think she liked me. My family moved to Toronto. Naively, I said to myself, why, that's the story of my life. David. That's the story of my life. David. That's the story. That's the story of my life. That's the story of my life. That's the story. That's the story. The hard way. That's the story. That's the story. That's the story of my life. That's the story. That's the story, I say. That's the story. You You You You You You You You You You You You