In December 2005 my brother made up a song inspired the bumbling Master of Disguise, Chief Inspector Clouseau. He was home on Christmas break with his guitar and I was home visiting with Baby Diego. My sister was still in high school and on winter break. We had nothing pressing to do, nothing at all.
We sat around a lot in those days and this visit was no exception. We lounged in the living room in front of the fire and sang the song together, very sweetly. Over and over and over again. It is soft and folky, nothing like you would imagine the sound of a fake peg-legged pirate with an inflatable parrot on his shoulder and a rubber nose singing right before he fell off a foggy pier into the murky waters below.
We bumped into the video I took of it the other night and it triggered much nostalgia. I wish I could post it, but it resides on a mini-DVD vs. our hard-drive. It is sweet, oh so sweet. Sing it mournfully in your head as your read it.
Does it have a title, Erik?
Sixteen chests on a dead man's rum,
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of the kip-per,
Drink to the devil and ohhhh-ohhhh-ohhhhh
Inspired by this scene in Revenge of the Pink Panther, starting at 2:22 --
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