Tribute to Mount St Helen's

I use Facebook. It's a funny network because your grandmother can see what you post, and provide all sorts of various feedback. If you have an awesome gramma like me, she'll tell you that your ukulele videos should be recorded while you're fully clothed in the shower. She also will offer suggestions for songs you should write.

I received a suggestion a few days ago, the anniversary of Mt. Saint Helen's erupting, titled: "where were you when the mountain blew?" As a northwesterner, this was a pretty big deal, even though I hadn't been born yet when it happened. I made a deal that I would write music if she wrote lyrics. Gramma's reply was "I was at the zoo, poo poo pa doo". 

It is late, but without further ado, "Where were you when the mountain blew"