Today’s blog features the juxtaposition of two
supposedly random events. (I’m suspicious since I believe there are really no coincidences.)
The first is the recent Christmas concert held by
the choir in which I proudly hold the position of “the chubby grey-haired
baritone in the back row". I’m happy to report I sang most of the notes nearly
on-key and, in several instances, in the places they were intended to fall. In
addition, I sang the Mendelssohn number, entirely in German, without once shouting
“Jahwohl Mein Herr!!!”
Among the songs we trilled during the show was one bouncy melody called “Lovely Chance,” which celebrated the happy side of inevitability. More on this later.
The
second event was my wife gifting me with a pair of trousers for Christmas. They
are greatly appreciated and really quite lovely.
Lovely Pants
If your mind is making the same connections the 8-year-old
child who lives inside my brain did, you’ll probably see this coming. Yep. “Lovely
Chance” got Barry Manilowed into “Lovely Pants.” In theory, (if I could coerce
anyone into singing it with me) it would go something like this.
Oh lovely pants what can
I do?
To stuff my big tush into you.
No to mention all my rest,
Maybe if I just hold my breath.
Lovely Pants, Lovely Pants,
Lovely Pants, Oh lovely pants!
Gifted by my lovely wife,
I'm quite sure they'll change
my life
Wearing them I’ll look so svelte,
I need two more notches in my
belt,
Lovely Pants, Lovely . . .
(and so on. Maybe a guitar solo
would work here)
