The heavenly newspaper classified ad read: "accordionist needed. Must be able to improvise "Lady of Spain" riffs a necessity." Several days ago the band found its newest member.
After the first practice session, the current members of the group were baffled. "I don't recall those words in that song," said one member, referring to their rendition of "Lady of Spain." "I never thought the song had any sexual connotations. But, oh well, let's try another tune."
As the last notes ended to the next song, another member spoke. "OK, since when did butch replace fat in that song?"
"I don't know," responded the drummer. "But who's going to tell her those aren't the correct words?"
And word soon spread that the polka band was kinda different. You really had to hear them, and that the new accordionist was terrific.
I'll miss you, Ingi. And don't let your fellow band members tell you otherwise. It's always been "Lezzie of Spain" and "She's Too Butch For Me."
--Jan Herdlick
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