Since my kids are gone I have been exercising my freedom in what I listen to on the radio. I've taken a vacation from Dora, Veggietales, children's hymns (sung with freakishly high voices), etc. Yesterday morning I was jamming out to the local country station while I was fixing my dh his favorite--blueberry pancakes. Joe came downstairs, I flipped off the radio and we sat down to eat. After breakfast I was cleaning up the kitchen and singing the last song I had heard on the radio prior to shutting it off--Live like you were Dying by Tim McGraw. I think that is the name of it--that is the chorus so if you've ever heard it, you know what I'm talking about. Anyway, I was singing it and got to the part where he sings "I went 2.7 seven seconds on a bull named..." Well, I think I sang the bull's name something like "boo man do" Joe raised his eyebrows and I immediately knew that I had once again messed up a song. There is a history of this that goes all the way back to high school. If anyone remembers the theme song to Pretty Woman (I am NOT recommending the movie), it was a fairly well played song on the radio. For years, I sang it "It must of been love, but it's alright now" Made sense to me. I guess the real words are "It must of been love, but it's over now" Anyway, one of Joe's jobs in being married to me is policing my songs so that if I happen to sing them in public (while grocery shopping or something) I don't make a fool of myself. So he stepped in this morning and informed me that the bull's name was "fu manchu". He then launched into the full history of where the name fu manchu comes from and why it would make since for a bull to be named that. I have to be honest, the song was still playing through my head and I didn't entirely catch all the reasoning. He went to take his shower and I turned the radio back on. The song that came on was It's a great day to be alive, again, not positive that's the name, but that's the chorus. I think Travis Tritt sings it. Anyway, so I was singing along to it and then, I couldn't believe this, he sings about growing a fu manchu. It was at this point that I regretted not listening to my husband and his description of fu manchu. (I often regret it when I don't listen to him.) How could a person grow a fu manchu and it be a good name for a bull??? So, determined not to seem out of touch with modern day culture, I decided to hop on the internet and research it. Yes, I know I could have asked Joe, but with pride and all that.... So in case you don't know, here is dictionary.com's definition of fu manchu:
a mustache whose ends droop to the chin.
[Origin: 1935–40; after the mustache worn by Fu Manchu, an Oriental master criminal in films of the 1920s and '30s, based on novels by British author Sax Rohmer (1883–1959)]
When I mentioned to Joe that I had never heard of the Oriental master criminal Fu Manchu he told me that he was very much like Frito Bandito. Who???? I guess I'll have to look him up too. Ah well, at least both songs make more sense and now I won't embarrass myself in the grocery store or wherever I accidently find myself singing them.
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I didn't know what a Fu Manchu was either, so thanks for enlightening me.
(And that's exactly how I sang the song until I looked the lyrics up online one day, so you're in good company.)
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