Culture Update and another Clancy Song

Last post, I mentioned our pending cultural plans.  We attended the tango performance and came away quite impressed.  Amazing dancers thrashing about, all arms and legs entwined with no apparent injuries.  I know those men must wear protectors, or the art would die out from a declining birth rate.

Next we saw a comedic presentation of Hitchcock's classic 39 Steps movie.  Three men and one woman played multiple parts at a frenetic pace, employing a wide range of creative devices.  One can hardly describe the performance in a way worthy of the effort.  So I won't.

Planned to attend a dance presentation this evening.  But the truck wouldn't start, and I did not have enough  time to try to fix it in the dark.  C'est la vie.

I realize that I have not mentioned Clancy much of late.  Yes, he still lives here with us.  While he continues to show improvement in his behavior at home, he retains his roots as a terrier.  Still jumps and squeals at most passing strangers, and even more so should someone make the mistake of paying us a home visit.  And so I dedicate this song to the certain knowledge that some things will never change.

Bruce

To the tune of I Won't Dance
I won't tour, don't ask me
I won't tour with Clancy,
I won't tour, monsieur, with you.
This dog won't let me do the things I want to do.

You know what, you're pesty
The bark bark, is pesty,
You really embarrass me,
I hear a sound wave that just echoes everywhere,
I need a muzzle for you when the people stare.
[Refrain]
 When you sleep, you're charming and you're gentle,
When you bark, I hear it continental,
Peace and quiet I need in my mental,
Your chatter bugs me.  To hell it tugs me.

And that's why
I won't tour, don't ask me
I won't tour with Clancy,
I won't tour, monsieur, with you.
This dog won't let me do the things I want to do.

You know what, you're lovely,
In dog shows, you're lovely,
But, oh, what you do to me,
Your squealing jumping in the air drives me insane.
While all those 'round you think you're cute and not a pain.
[Refrain]
 When you sleep, you're cute and not a rascal,
People don't think you are such a hassle.
They don't live a shoebox life like we do.
For heaven rest us.  Just don't arrest us.

And so
I won't tour, don't ask me
I won't tour with Clancy,
I won't tour, monsieur, with you.
This dog won't let me do the things I want to do.