I don’t care how much of a Neil Diamond fan you insist you aren’t, we all know that no matter where you are – in the car, writing an exam, at a funeral - as soon as he hits the chorus with Sweet Caroline, you can’t stop yourself from singing Bah, Bah, Bah in response. Don’t fell bad. I do it too.
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Yep. No matter where we grew up! It's a popular one for playing in sports stadiums here (when someone scores, etc).
ReplyDeleteYou're so right! There's an open air, tiki-style bar near us where a tough, weathered bartender named Caroline works. Poor woman. Someone makes sure this plays often there (probably a co-worker she has wronged).
ReplyDeleteOne can't help oneself.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed.
ReplyDeleteSinging it now.
ReplyDeleteBah. Bahbah.
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