No, sir, 'twas a vision sent to me, and I know it.

But what did he mean ?' "'I think he meant you was seventeen kinds of an idiot,' I snorts, disgusted.

'Get up off that bed and stop wavin' your arms, will you?
He didn't mean for you to turn yourself into a windmill, that's sartin sure.' "Then he hits his knee a slap that sounds like a window blind blowin' to.

'I've got it!' he sings out.

'He meant for me to go to number seventeen on that street.