Why Mambo №. 5 Should Replace Your Wedding Vows
The woman of your dreams deserves the Lou Bega song of her dreams.
If the first note of this song doesn’t put a smile on your face then ask yourself what deep, subdued, inner conflict you have with the trumpet. Because a horn section that lively should have you instantly mamboing your number fives. Feel free to apply that euphemism to anywhere on your body.
There is a lack of appreciation for the Fifth Mambo in Lou Bega’s arsenal. I don’t blame Lou, and I certainly don’t blame myself. I am willing to place all the blame, in totality, on those reading this. It’s time we give this mambo the respect it deserves. Perhaps it needs a new platform to thrive upon, outside of the 90s rewind channel on Sirius XM. I’ve petitioned to have it replace our National Anthem countless times. Just picture a gold medalist atop a podium, hand placed proudly on breast, and over the loudspeaker, we hear “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Mambo №. 5.” Chills. However, I have come to the conclusion that there is a better place for Lou’s lyricism to live on, wedding vows.
