The Heat is On

I am in Miami this week hanging out with Crocket and Tubbs. We have spent the afternoon chasing Phil Collins on a speed boat hoping to bust him for smuggling cocaine (it’s a white powder like drug people take by sniffing it up their nose.)

Maybe it’s just me, but I can feel it in the air tonight, oh lord. I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life, oh lord – oh lord.