Sweet Songs of the Deranged

Tom and I were walking along Telegraph in downtown Berkeley this afternoon, when something interesting happened. I was holding a coffee in one hand and a shopping bag in the other. We were halfway across the crosswalk when some fellows with face paint, guitars and a sign asking for weed donations from the curb behind us began this song... very loudly.

"HER BOYFRIEND WEARS GLASSES

AND SHE LIKES TO SHOP

SHE'S HOLDING HER COFFEE

AND HE'S GOT THE C**K

YES HE'S GOT THE C**K

OH, HE'S GOT THE C**K

YES HE'S GOT THE C**K"

(and on and on and on until we were a block or so away)

Tom said, "Well that was embarrassing."

"It could have been worse," I said.