Numero Catorce hadn't done karaoke in many years, possibly since before his father's long illness. He had flipped through the catalog of songs, briefly
considered Julio Iglesias and discarded it as too much schmaltz, unless he could get Superball to sing Willie Nelson's part, and then discarded it
altogether in fear of Superball's Willie Nelson impersonation. There was no Tito and Tarantula in the catalog (they were more of a Southwestern phenomenon
anyway) and none of the Los Lobos songs listed were particular favorites. He considered Elvis, but Elvis took gold lame, and that Halloween costume was in
storage back in Laredo.
Then it hit him. An old favorite band from his youth. He flipped to the Ms briefly, confirmed that the band was not there, and then over to the Rs. That song,
the one everyone knew. That was there. He pointed it out to Mag, who nodded and set it up.
As the trumpet intro started up, Numero Catorce swaggered up to the microphone, loosening the tie of his dark green suit. On the second measure, he reached
out, grabbed the mike stand, pulled it close, and sang:
She's into superstition
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall.
She's into new sensations
New kicks and candlelight.
She's got a new addiction
For every day and night.
She'll make you take your clothes off
And go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live a crazy life
But she'll take away your pain.
Like a bullet to your brain!
Upside inside out
Livin' la vida loca!
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca!
Her lips are devil red
And her skin the color of mocha.
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca.
C'mon!
Livin' la vida loca.
She's livin' la vida loca!
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
considered Julio Iglesias and discarded it as too much schmaltz, unless he could get Superball to sing Willie Nelson's part, and then discarded it
altogether in fear of Superball's Willie Nelson impersonation. There was no Tito and Tarantula in the catalog (they were more of a Southwestern phenomenon
anyway) and none of the Los Lobos songs listed were particular favorites. He considered Elvis, but Elvis took gold lame, and that Halloween costume was in
storage back in Laredo.
Then it hit him. An old favorite band from his youth. He flipped to the Ms briefly, confirmed that the band was not there, and then over to the Rs. That song,
the one everyone knew. That was there. He pointed it out to Mag, who nodded and set it up.
As the trumpet intro started up, Numero Catorce swaggered up to the microphone, loosening the tie of his dark green suit. On the second measure, he reached
out, grabbed the mike stand, pulled it close, and sang:
She's into superstition
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall.
She's into new sensations
New kicks and candlelight.
She's got a new addiction
For every day and night.
She'll make you take your clothes off
And go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live a crazy life
But she'll take away your pain.
Like a bullet to your brain!
Upside inside out
Livin' la vida loca!
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca!
Her lips are devil red
And her skin the color of mocha.
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca.
C'mon!
Livin' la vida loca.
She's livin' la vida loca!
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."