Couth? You Want Couth?
Well, you won't find it here. George and Darcy are skipping round in small, thunderous circles. Skipping is the wrong word, really, belonging as it does in the same category as "frolic", "lyrical", "diaphanous". Brings to mind fields full of buttercups inhabited by fluffy bunnies and those ladies all dressed in white from the sanitary napkin commercials. The boys' version of "skipping" is more related to "thud", "gallumph", and "ponderous", and conjures up something entirely more earthbound than ladies in white eyelet. So. The boys are skipping, and as they skip, Darcy, showing remarkable ability to fit music to event, sings: