Dancing Vigo.

Now here’s a song title that has been sitting on my hard drive for a while: I SAW HER SPAWNING THERE. To my amazement, göögling the phrase gave no results. So, I call first on this one.

For those who absolutely despise lazy wordplay in a (supposedly) humoristic context: I’m sorry. I shall refrain myself from making such dumb remarks.

Now, concerning the tune in question, it sorta kinda asks the question: Should you go clubbing, if your ball and chain lets you, or do you get maced to the face?

Also, happy birthday L.!