Shaloub, Kavita, and Dah-veed were there as an off-site, building team and trust among the employees of the company. And singing was a regrettable part of that. But what to sing? Few of their colleagues were gifted.
The bookseller and myself were there as the fair and uninvolved witnesses, sitting in benign though apathetic judgment over their efforts.
We were melodically uninvolved.
Someone asked me what I would sing, if I were them.
Bad move.
The only song I could remember, thanks to the evil influence of a fellow Dutch American pipe-smoker all the way across country ("M") was The Mayor of Bayswater.
It is quite unsuitable for little children.
Or ladies of refinement.
ONE BLACK ONE WHITE ONE ...
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDKhcCwCHi0.]
The world is manifestly a better place because that song is not in the karaoke book.
Given that the chorus is both memorable and simple, it is very suitable as a singalong, but the employees of whatever that company is would, in their mid-twenties high-tech nerdling innocence, have been scarred for life.
And who wants that?
They ended up singing John Denver's 'Country Road'.
Innocent little wussies.
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