Bickey-Bi, Bo-Bo-Go: Rockabíllys Rabíd Moment

So, seeing Narcissus wandering through the lonely country-side, Echo fell in love with him, and followed secretly in his steps. The more closely she followed, the nearer was the fire which scorched her: just as sulphur, smeared round the top of torches, is quickly kindled when a flame is brought near it. —Ovid, Metamorphoses x

I dont know anything about music. In my line I dont have to. —Elvis Presley, 1955