If Tomorrow were a Dream, GP

I practiced in "Abu Ghraib Idol" Where the detainees..I mean audience our locked in they're seat with only one contestant. The only thing more out of tune than my voice was the old piano in the prison chapel where this song began. A common request from the audience was, "Mister.. PLEASE Stop Singing, Mister Please! Mister! I would respect they're wishes and took intermitions. During which time I played "American Soldier" on my IPOD speaker. That didn't go over so well either.