The old man was looking for a doorbell sounded like Mannheim Steamroller. No, even better, if you could just have the beginning of that song play when he entered the room….
Song play. He liked the way those two words looked together. Liked the way they sounded. Didn’t know what those two words meant. Maybe English translation of ‘karaoke.’
He was always trying to lure the young redhead into singing together, I’ve Got You, Babe.
But she always wanted to be Cher and so did he.
Cue the doves.