Perhaps I’m alone in this, but I find it almost physically painful to keep myself from singing along with Ewan McGregor’s part in “El Tango De Roxanne” from Moulin Rouge while I’m at work. I suppose in some cases this would be acceptable, but “Roxanne” is not a song to be sung lightly. It crawls up from the depths of your gut and explodes into the air.
That’s just how it is, man. I didn’t write the part. I just sing along with it.
I’m going to have to listen to it again on the way home tonight. Hope I don’t scare anyone in the cars next to mine.