JAGUAR

A short song I wrote about owning a car in the swinging sixties, which was extremely rare, especially for young people. But if it was a Jaguar, then you were the nouveau rich, make-believe millionaires, the fake faux movie stars. Members of my family and their friends were just this. Usually, their balloons burst into bankruptcy, debt, and divorce. Too much money in young hands is like mixing desire with hellfire. All rights reserved.