Steve Perry Lyrics

Driven to sing in the karaoke cab

A young couple break from the crowd and tumble into the cab, trailing the sweet stink of rum.

“OhmyGodIwannasing,” the woman says, grabbing the song booklet on the back seat.

“What the [expletive]?” the boyfriend says.

“Britney Spears,” the woman says. “Number 8256. Can I get the mike?”

“What ”

The boyfriend slinks down in the seat and covers his face with his seat belt.

By the time Red Top Cab 145 merges onto Washington Boulevard, the boyfriend is bellowing Blink-182’s “What’s My Age Again?”

In this cab, at this hour, it’s 1999.

Which is about when Joel Orbina Laguidao, 42, moved to Virginia from the Philippine island of Mindanao because his wife got a job in a bank. He became a cabbie because he liked to drive and was accustomed to three-hour truck rides hauling coconuts from the mountains into the port city of Davao.

Three years ago, he started to get bored, so he bought a portable karaoke machine, 2,000 songs and a bunch of wiring.

Now he sings. By himself, when he doesn’t have a fare, and with bar-hoppers at the top of their lungs as he ferries them from the Clarendon strip to their apartments.

Picture: The windows down, the wind in a brunette’s hair as she sings “Desperado.”

Imagine: The cab-shaking choreography when frat boys howl “Take Me Home, Country Roads.”

Beware: The ear-splitting decibel level of three young women wailing “Ohhh, we’re halfway there! Ohhh-oh, livin’ on a prayer!”

“Normally I play larger venues,” says writer Matthew Hurtt, 24, who’s catching a ride to Pentagon City just after midnight.

“Number 8511, please.”

Hurtt does his best Elvis.

“We’re caught in a trap / We can’t walk out Because I love you too much, baby.”

Joel never stops smiling. Neither do his passengers.

Sometimes they puke in his cab.

Sometimes they stiff him on the fare.

Sometime they don’t remember where they live.

Sometimes they sing well. Sometimes they don’t.

Before he goes out on a night shift, Joel kisses the face of Jesus, which is carved into a walnut-sized gold ring on his left hand.

It’s dangerous driving a cab after dark, he says, but karaoke keeps the mood light.

Steve Williams On Adam Scott's Victory

Hey I gotta tell you David, I’ve been a Caddy for 33 years and ah, that’s the best week of my life, and I’m not joking. I’m never ever gonna remember – forget that week. The people, here, this week have been absolutely unbelievable and all the support from the people back in New Zealand, including my family, ah – that’s the greatest week of my life.

[Steve Williams] Source: LYBIO.net David, it’s like, you know, I Caddy and I go racing, and when I go to the race track, the only place I’m interested in finishing is first, ah, when I go to the golf course, that’s the only place, I’m trying to finish, obviously it’s a very tough game, and you can’t always win, but I’m a very confident front runner, and ah, you know. Source: LYBIO.net There’s a lot of expectations today, ah, umm, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous, you know, obviously, Adam was leading the tournament, and there’s a lot been said this week, ummm, and it’s an incredible feeling to back it up, I always back myself, just like I do when I go racing, you know, I’m a great front runner when I go racing, and I feel like I’m a good front runner when I’m Cadding, so, you know, great belief in myself, honestly it’s the best week of my life, I caddied for 33 years, 145 wins now, and that’s the best one I’ve ever had.

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