On the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) train going into San Francisco today there was some teenage kid with an acustic guitar. He was just happily noodling around and singing nonsense lyrics.
I ain’t wearing no underwear today.
Jus’ diggin’, diggin’, diggin’ that breeze.
Groovin’ like individually wrapped Kraft cheese.
When I do wear the underpants they’re unusual.
Were talking leopard print and black rubber here.
But not today, oh no – Au naturale!
Letting freedom ring with the 'ol ding-a-ling.
Every stoic businessman, surly hip-hopper, half-asleep working mum, retiree, goth chic, etc. was near tears with laughter on that train today. I myself went two stops past my destination and backtracked just to sit in on the festivities.