Frank, you old son of a gun—I haven't seen you for months.
My car's at the shop—the son of a gun broke down again.
Hey, Bill, you old son of a gun! How are you?
Well, son of a gun—and I thought the old guy couldn't dance!
Frank, you old son of a gun—I haven't seen you for months.
My car's at the shop—the son of a gun broke down again.
Hey, Bill, you old son of a gun! How are you?
Well, son of a gun—and I thought the old guy couldn't dance!