Perhaps not the most appropriate lyric for a Sunday morning, but I haven’t gone to bed yet from Saturday, and I can’t get the song out of my head:<\/p>\n
\nArnold was an armadillo
\nAnd oh so in need of romance
\nAnd it chanced that one Saturday evening
\nArnold went to a dance<\/p>\nThe moment he walked in the room
\nHe saw her, as if he had known
\nShe\u2019d be there, by the side of the stage
\nAll he wanted, all in black, all alone<\/p>\nShe was there, she was his, dressed to kill, oh
\nif only his glasses were cleaner . . .
\nHe was an armadillo
\nShe was a concertina<\/p>\nHe struggled to make conversation
\nHe leap-frogged from topic to topic
\nIf only she’d say something back . . .
\nIf only he weren’t so myopic<\/p>\nBright silver buttons in rows
\nFrom head down to toes in black leather . . .
\nCould this beauty love him?
\n“Here goes,” Arnold thought,
\n“It\u2019s now or never!”<\/p>\nHe could picture her head on his pillow
\nHe had loved her the moment he’d seen her
\nHe was an armadillo
\nShe was a concertina<\/p>\nYou can’t help but feel for the lad, oh
\nHow happy poor Arnold would be
\nIf they could make love in the shadows
\nAnd no one, but no one, would see<\/p>\nAlas, what he hoped might have been a
\nSweet secret was soured completely
\nSex with a concertina
\nIs rarely accomplished discreetly<\/p>\nThe dancers stopped stripping the willow
\nIt was oh such a loud misdemeanor
\nHe was an armadillo
\nShe was a concertina<\/p>\nPicture love as a kind of concerto
\nPoor Arnold, his first was unfinished
\nFor what let everyone who was there know
\nA very loud C sharp diminished<\/p>\nSomeone said, “Look, it’s Arnold,”
\nAnd he ran from their scorn and their laughter
\nInto the darkness outside
\nAnd never returned ever after<\/p>\nTales of lost love and dreams unfulfilled, oh
\nCruel Cupid, you’ve never been meaner
\nHe was an armadillo
\nShe was a concertina<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\nThe song is “Arnold”, by the Austin Lounge Lizards, from their 2006 album The Drugs I Need<\/a>. I wonder if they read Protein Wisdom<\/a>? The previous song mentions bloggers. Perhaps I’ll post the lyrics to it as well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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