I got this old, old CD by Barry Manilow. Some of his songs are rather good. But some hor, I tell you, damn sinful ler.

Eg. Pina Colada.

was tired of my lady
We’d been together too long
Like a worn-out recording
Of a favorite song
So while she lay there sleeping
I read the paper in bed
And in the personal columns
There was this letter I read

“If you like Pina Coladas
And getting caught in the rain
If you’re not into yoga
If you have half a brain
If you’d like making love at midnight
In the dunes on the Cape
Then I’m the love that you’ve looked for
Write to me and escape.”
I didn’t think about my lady
I know that sounds kind of mean
But me and my old lady
Have fallen into the same dull routine
So I wrote to the paper
Took out a personal ad
And though I’m nobody’s poet
I thought it wasn’t half bad

Tiu lor, to think that I grew up with these sort of ideas when I was young. (the song is in the 70s which means I was about less than 12 years old?) So, kids, if your parents ever complained about your choice of songs hor, you check their favourite songs lyrics. If they grew up fine, then, you will grow up fine too. Just be good! Oh yeah, probably your grandmas and grandpas too have listened to songs like these.

Say power to the 5xmom! Coolest mom on earth.

Have a good weekend, folks.