"I dunno. . ."
"Well, the something sloop was a sickening sight - "
And they all sang out "HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!"
And just as they all faltered and fell back into silence, we walked through the group. Without breaking stride, I said, "She'd a list to the port and her sails in rags and the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags."
They all stared, then burst into cheers and applause. One held up a hand and gave me a high five as I kept walking, and they all started singing,
"GOD DAMN THEM ALL. . . I WAS TOLD WE'D CRUISE THE SEAS FOR AMERICAN GOLD. . ."
I was a few feet away when they finished the chorus and dissolved back into laughter. One shouted "That was AWESOME!" and another yelled something like "Bless you!"
I raised a hand without looking back, like the hero walking off into the sunset, and remarked to Byron, "You know, if I've learned one thing in life, it's that knowing all the words to 'Barrett's Privateers' opens all kinds of social doors."