' Thought you always be there for me Lucy ? ' asked Ricky twenty years later still married to his wife Lucy or so he thought at least until that one day Little Ricky had bought a motorcycle and had had a terrible accident , he was crippled now and in a wheelchair , ' Yea Ricky where you were when he had his accident chasing that blonde mexican you'd hired for your band she's not the only one to Ricky I know about them,the others .' she yelled at him staying next to Little Ricky .

         ' I'm the one been here for our son , I don't want you around him no more , leave Ricky I have a court order to make you leave your no good for us no more .Ricky picked up his suitcase turned but before he left he said,' that blonde dumb mexican as you call her could able to sing,Lucy.'

          He  turned and left .

            Two weeks passed  Little Ricky didn't get better he died and Lucy was alone , she'd grew older too pass away each night after Ricky had heard the news he'd would looked up  and he  sing Lucy's song .

              ' Babalu , I love you Lucy you crazy red head, Babalu.' And he'd cried but in time he passed away though in heaven they all together the three of them and once so often God would ask them to sing ,' Babalu .'