Whiskey. Whiskey. Whiskey. Dot:

Tango with the whiskey and me
Down in India we tango
Tango through the echo of a
Romeo. Dot? Charlie? Oscar? 

Mike?

Slash the hotel bill because 
My Papa will be paying it
Romeo, where is he, Papa?
Won't he golf with us today?
Papa, can't you help me find
Him please? his uniform
is feathered like a Zulu man
A Zulu! And his lima beans
fall and echo through my dreams.
My Romeo.