Code FourWe were listening to Okkervil River on our way home from dinner Sunday night.
One of their most interesting songs is basically a mashup of a funeral dirge mixed in with "Sloop John B." Then I heard lyrics I'd never noticed before:
...and his balls removed
"Whoa. Did he say 'balls removed'?" I asked.
"I think he did," she said.
"I had no idea that Okkervil River were balls-unfriendly artists," I said.
"I don't even know what means," she said.
"What is this album called--'Balls of Our Fathers?' " I asked.
We started listening again.
Well, I hear my father fall...
"Watch out! That could rhyme with 'balls'!" I said.
And I hear my mother call
"Phew," I said. "A second balls-related crisis averted."
We stopped at Walgreen's to pick up some soda. While we were there, we heard an announcement on the in-store speaker:
Cosmetics, code four. Cosmetics, code four.
"Officer down!" I said.
"Cosmetologist down," Gloria corrected.