The 20s and 30s When every Dan was dapper, And your mama was a flapper And her turned-down hose were silk And she came home with the milk After flirting with the waiters; Everything was gas and gaiters. The jazz music was the thing And the singer’s name was Bing. Beer and wine ran in the gutter, But Bootleg fizz was simply utter, Utter bliss, and F. Scott Fitz, And Fred were Puttin’ on the Ritz. But then the market lost its glitz And it all went on the fritz. Meanwhile in sunny Spain More than rain fell on the…