I wanna live with a tricolored girl I could be happy the rest of my life with a tricolored girl
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night You see us together chasing the moonlight My tricolored girl
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow Singer relaxes and waits between shows For the tricolored girl
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night You see us together Chasing the moonlight My tricolored girl
Pa sent me money now You know I'll make it somehow I need another chance You see your baby love details
C.: I’m worried about Tucker, d.c.
d.: Because he might get sued for not fulfilling his contract to defend his five heavyweight cat fighting belts?
C.: It’s not so much that. He is getting cocky, though. Since he’s obligated to defend his belts, now that he “unretired,” he must fight to defend each belt within the next three months.
d.: So, you’re worried that he’ll be exhausted and get hurt?
C.: Well, that’s partially it. He’s fighting a real tomato can in his first fight. His promoter thinks he can lick this cat with one of his front paws tied behind his back, so he’s been practicing cat fighting that way, while he sings.
d.: It sounds like he’s found a solution to y’alls problem, then.
C.: Yes, to that problem. And Tucker started cat fighting professionally when his trainer’s cat owed Tom the Tabby a lot of money. His cat didn’t have it, so Tucker beat him up so badly that the promoter was impressed with his skills. The owner of the deadbeat cat said that, if Tucker would go into the ring and fight professionally, he could make all Tom’s money back easily. So, that’s what he did. Since then, he’s won championship belts in five different heavyweight cat fighting categories, and he’s undefeated in each class. He’s a really good cat fighter.
d.: Then why are you worried about him, Cal.E.?
C.: Well, to defend each belt, he must meet the weight requirements. He must do this in the next three months. He would need to lose one-half his weight to qualify for one belt. Tom convinced him to do this once, and it almost made him so dehydrated that it could have killed him, if not for a quick-thinking paramedic who was in the audience. Now, Tom the Tabby has told Tucker to do as he wishes, but Tucker is stuck on the idea of defending all five of his belts. And… he wants to do this while touring and singing with my band.
d.: Oh, yes. Did you and Tucker work that out?
C.: Yes. I’m not singing now, but playing an instrument. Do you want to hear me play?
d.: Sure.
C.: How was that?
d.: That was one note, Cal.E.
C.: Yes, but it’s the most important note in the song, according to Tucker. I play the last note in every song the band plays. That means, when I finish and everyone is applauding, they’re really applauding me and my spectacular keyboard wizardry, right, d.c.?
d.: Well, that’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.
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