Evidently, these two love boinkers have been told to shut up and keep their heads down until they are forced to fess up, and until a constancy plan can be thought up, or a bribe accepted, so we won’t be having any fireworks for a few weeks.
And so to pass the time, I offer this humble refrain, sung to the tune of ‘Tammy’s In Love’, with apologies to Jay Livingston and Ray Evans.
Da cocoanuts clanking in da palm trees above
sing Faaaanie, Faaaanie, Faaaaine’s in love
Da Pelicans sqawking ‘bout da one dat I love
sing Faaaanie, Faaaanie, Faaaaine’s in love
I write Nate a check, den we go on a trip
|When we git to da cabana, we really let her rip
When I take off my clothes, he turns out da light
Says the sight of me is too much, he can’t take da delight
Da surf of de ocean reminds me of who I’m thinkin’ of
Faaaanie, Faaaanie, Faaaan’es in love
constancy - contingency