Mr. Big in Japan

My husband is the worst lyric-rememberer ever.  For being one of the most musically inclined people I know, he has a surprisingly small karaoke repertoire and in the car he usually just hums the melody an octave or two higher than the singer is singing the song (I hear he shares this lovely habit with his father). 

However, just now he sang the entire song "To Be With You" by Mr. Big.  Remember that guilty pleasure?  From like 1990?  Whew, look at those haircuts.  The things you learn about someone spending every waking moment together....

Now if I could only get him to remember the lyrics to our wedding song, Crazy Love, by Van Morrison (for which "crazy" and "love" are about the only words required).

Mata ne,
Melissa

(Full Disclosure: I sang right along with him.)