I just don’t look good naked anymore…

Thinking about, and focused on, dropping a few pounds, I’ve had a song running through my head the last few days.

When living in Charleston, one of our favorite things to do on a Sunday night was to go down to Dunleavy’s Pub on Sullivan’s Island and listen to the music and humour of Carroll Brown and his various buddies. We’d often catch up with friends…many of them local triathlete’s and runners…and make a great evening of it, knocking back a few cold ones and eating the free popcorn until we were stuffed.

This was a popular song that Frank would sing when he was in the house…a tall, huge guy, with a deep booming voice…always a crowd pleaser.

Here’s a version of it…selected in part because I used to play the accordian as well as a young lad
…too funny 🙂