I was in Tallinn Estonia long ago as a young student, and one day I came across a small band of gypsies busking by this old Teutonic castle. They were playing Black Magic Woman. I hung out for a while and they urged me sing because Santana sounds funny in Finno-Ugric, but that was ok because I didn't know the lyrics anyway. Nowadays I no longer have to work the streets because Street Jelly lets me busk inside.
Causing massive, bowel-shaking train-wreck during Theme To The Pink Panther in college jazz band.
“You made my heart sing.”
“Thanks for playing my song.”
“I bow to your Godliness.”
“Here kid, buy yourself something.”