Don't Fry Day Rock

This Friday, May 24, is Don’t Fry Day. Although for most everyone living at the Hotel Melanoma, every day is don’t fry day. Take me, for example. I played a stinking round of geezer league golf today covered in SPF-protective clothing, ball cap, shades and sunscreen. And the way I was chipping and putting, I might as well have been wearing a SPF 50 bag over my head. Oy.

It’s just way too early in the day to drown my sorrows with a single malt scotch, so instead I’ve penned a new rendition of ZZ Top’s “Can’t Stop Rockin’”…



I heard about sunblock for some time, you know.
It's easy to do when you’ve C in mole.
Makes you want to pale up, makes you wanna prove you’re neat.
No matter how it's done you know it can't be beat.
'Cause I can't stop blockin',
no, I can't stop blockin'.
Well, I can't stop blockin',
baby, lest I lose my hide.

Somebody said pale’s wrong but I know it's all right,
when C really hits you like a shot in the night.
I'm never gonna stop as long as I can’t braise.
Listen to me now, can't you hear me say,
I can't stop blockin',
no, I can't stop blockin'.
Well, I can't stop blockin',
baby, lest I lose my hide.

I like to work it down low, I like to work it to the top.
And when I start blockin' I ain't never gonna stop.
Get yourself loose, get yourself high.
I love to feel the lotion and I'm tellin' you why.
'Cause I can't stop blockin',
no, I can't stop blockin'.
No, I can't stop blockin’
no matter what they do do do do do or say.
No matter what you do do do do do or say, no no.