COMMENTARY
Okay, so, once upon a time, many, many years ago, I was once known by the ‘rap handle’ of ‘Great Scott’.  Due to the fact that, at 38 years old, I am still a card carrying member of the Beastie Boys fan club, I still, on RARE occasion, can be persuaded to bust a rhyme.  In fact, over the summer, I made an attempt to get my old bandmates back together to record, finally, a complete song (you gotta love Sony Acid Studio software), but, it was not to be.  However, I did record a temp track that contained the very lyrics that Moose has shared with you today. 

Furthermore, and on a different topic, OLD RED makes an appearance after a long absence.  I actually revamped it a little to get it closer to the actual look of the 1966 Ford F-100 Custom Cab that I drove for many years before I got STUPID and sold it to get a newer vehicle.

TRANSCRIPTION
PANEL ONE
MOOSE (Rapping in the cab of his Pickup):  They call me BIG MOOSE I’m an M.C. ace!  Got the fresh, fresh rhymes coming at your face!!

PANEL TWO
MOOSE:  People start dancing when I’m in the place!  Got that turntable flex and that scary, scary bass!!

PANEL THREE
(Casey stares at Moose from the passenger seat)

PANEL FOUR
CASEY:  You DO realize that you are like fifty years old, right?
MOOSE:  Co, you don’t want to hear my HUMAN BEAT BOX SOLO?