I can’t really piece together how it happened, but one moment I was up on stage, swigging a beer, wrapping up some Weezer chords, and the next moment, my wife was now front and center on the stage, with the rowdy bar crowd chanting for ”Ice Ice Baby.” So the bassist starts laying down the easily-recognized, very-much-stolen riff, and my wife and I bust into a duet, singing the verses together while the crowd boogied.
It was fun, and here are my grades for our rapping skills:
First Verse: A+. (Very excellent. The crowd was buoyed by our perfect skills at the beginning.)
Second Verse: B. (Some gaps here and there in the lyrics.)
Third Verse: D–. (Could not remember one damn word.)
Alas, it was fun. So much fun that we recreated it again on Saturday night, still not remembering one word of that stupid third verse. Oh well, third time will be the charm.