Early evening, and Bert drags Ah Chig and me into the garden. "I
just composed my very first song," he says, "and even Apple thinks it's
great."
Ah Chig and I look at him in surprise as he pulls out his 3G phone,
selects an audio file (probably recorded by Apple and Bert to the
accompaniment of some Jazz music), and plays it. The rough and
unsophisticated voice of Bert screams out of the speaker of his phone:
Shit happens,
Yes, it happens,
Happens, happens everyday,
(Female chorus* – happens everyday)
But don't you fret my dear,
Now, don't you fret my dear,
(Female chorus* – don't fret my dear)
Just take some toilet paper,
Or a roll of tissue paper,
(Repeat...)
And wipe it; wipe it all away,
Wipe it all away,
Just wipe it all away,
(Female chorus – wipe it all away, wipe it all away... fades)
"How 'bout that?" he asks us.
"Simply unimaginable!" I bark. Ah Chig doesn't look so sure.
"But why sing such songs when your wedding is just around the corner?" I ask Bert.
"No, no, no," he shakes his head vigorously. "I was inspired by Ah
Chig's troubles, and therefore this song is dedicated to him," he says.
"Aha!" I nod. Ah Chig, on the other hand doesn't seem impressed and
keeps staring at Bert. He is convinced that Apple and Bert are laughing
behind his back. Well, I think so too.
Cheers!
* - Apple's voice alongside Bert trying to sing in a soft voice, before switching back to his normal voice after the chorus.
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