Blame it on the Bossa Nova


My apologies to Barry Man and Cynthia Weil who wrote the Bossa Nova song and Eydie Gorme who made it popular.  In the middle of the night my dog Chelsea woke me to let her out.  Unfortunately, my ambien was more exhausted than I was, and I began to think about this song.  One thing led to another, and then here I am…please sing along to Bossa Nova melody:

 

I was in a trance when they caught my eye

Makin’ yellow balls fairly seem to fly

 From within my trance, watchin’ highs and lows

And soon I knew I’d never let them go

Blame it on Australian Open with its magic spell
Blame it on Australian Open that they played so well
Oh, it all began with just one little trance
But then it ended up a big romance
Blame it on Australian Open
From deuce to love.

(Now was it the moon?)
No, no, Australian Open
(Or the stars above?)
No, no, Australian Open
(Now was it the tune?)
Yeah, yeah, Australian Open

[Instrumental]

Now I’m sad to say I’m without TV
And I’m hooked on crack and spelling bees
And when my wife asks how it came about
I’m gonna say to her without a doubt

Blame it on Australian Open with its magic spell
Blame it on Australian Open that they played so well
Oh, it all began with just one little trance
But then it ended up a big romance
Blame it on Australian Open
From deuce to love.

(Now was it the moon?)
No, no, Australian Open
(Or the stars above?)
No, no, Australian Open
(Now was it the tune? )
Yeah, yeah, Australian Open

(from deuce to love)

(Now was it the moon?)
No, no, Australian Open
(Or the stars above ?)

[Fade]

And Fade is what I need to do…deliver me from insomnia…it clearly doesn’t bode well for my creativity.

P.S. The reference to hooked on “crack” refers to Trivia Crack, that insanely addictive game that I play now along with my “spelling bees” (Words with Friends).  I really need to get a life – or just wait for Roland Garros.

About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is an essayist with humorist tendencies and a passion for photojournalism. She has published four nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay collection and a collection of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. She has been blogging for seven years as her alter ego, The Red Man, her rescued Welsh terrier but now is reduced to writing as herself since the Red Man left Casa de Canterbury for good in February of 2016. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike and Charly.
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9 Responses to Blame it on the Bossa Nova

  1. Sheila,

    Tennis is your crack (couldn’t help it 🙂 ), and you are hooked but good!! Well done. Now go get some sleep.

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  2. Chelsea has always been trouble. Good thing it was at your house and not mine.. My back is out and I’m in the mood to whine about it.

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    • OOOOHhhhh…back out = go ahead and whine. Teresa and I both have back problems, and thank goodness we get them at separate times or it would sound like the Wailing Wall in Casa de Canterbury.
      I do recommend getting one of those massage table body-length heating pads – works miracles on my sciatica!
      I am so sorry…I feel your pain…truly…and hope it gets better soon.

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  4. boblamb says:

    Get some rest, girl.

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  5. Now we have to do the twist.. 😀 Pawkisses for a good night 🙂 ❤

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