He's always playing like, the scene from Titanic wherein they're all drunk and jigging on the table and whatnot, but he refuses to play this song for me for whatever reason. It's terribly disheartening. I drug him into my office and pointed out YouTube videos to him of various people playing it on their various kazoos and triangles and so forth, but he still maintains that it is un-doable.
I should probably reveal that his rendering of it would result in my instant mounting of him right there. He would turn into Daniel Day-Lewis, and I would be Cora. My sister just flung herself off the hill after her BF, and we are effectively thee last of the Mohicans.
I am reminded of all of this because I just saw/heard the song being used in a Nike commercial tonight. Football: not as romantic.