It’s funny how the assimilation of American culture can reach those of the most native tongues. I used to think I could escape it by surrounding myself with people from different cultural and ethnic backgrounds,hoping that the poison wouldn’t spread so fast. However, this morning proved the poison is spreading like a new virus hell bent on mass destruction. From the metro I have to walk about three blocks to my job. This particular day I was looking snazzy in my nice fitted pencil skirt, blouse, and not too high heels. I was neatly packaged.
A quarter of the way into my walk, I heard loud bass bumping slowly escorting me down the sidewalk. All of a sudden a car pulls up beside me three deep with brothers from some part of the horn of Africa. One sticks his head out and starts saying real fast, “Buh-t, buh-t, buh-t, buh-t ebeyweh.” I’m thinking to myself what the hell is he saying. His garbled English reminded me of my two year old cousin who learns a new word and drives everyone crazy repeating it a million times. Then over his heavy accent utterance I make out the lyrics:
booty booty booty booty rock`n everywhere (3x)
rock`n everywhere (2x)
(Bubba Sparxxx)
i found you Ms New Booty
get it together and bring it back to me
hit the players club for about month or 2
put a tan on it then see what it do (2x)
rock`n everywhere (2x)
(Bubba Sparxxx)
i found you Ms New Booty
get it together and bring it back to me
hit the players club for about month or 2
put a tan on it then see what it do (2x)
Now normally I would have been ticked off and gave them the finger. Yet, this poor man was struggling trying to get the words out. His head was moving up and down like a dashboard bobble ornament. My ticked off disbelief turned into outward laughter. What a way to make my day. I never thought of myself as new booty.
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