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Mitrovica, Kosovo...Getting taken for a ride here

That Song: The CBC's Connie Watson sent us this off-key musical memory.

The first time I heard this song -- and I have never been able to get it out of my mind since -- I was travelling in a 1970s style taxi with the swinging fuzzy dice and the plush dashboard in Kosovo. Heading for an interview over in the no-go zone of the divided city of Mitrovica. Or at least as far as the taxi would take me.

I was a little nervous because my Albanian fixer was too afraid for his own safety to come with me. Which meant I couldn't talk to the taxi driver properly - just in that jerky multi-lingual style that we cobble together when we find ourselves in the back of a taxi somewhere.

I had allegedly arranged to meet a doctor on the other side of the bridge.

And all was supposed to go well. Now THAT is a whole other story, but I was thinking about what was ahead of me until the taxi driver's behavior and the song he blasted over and over and over on his car stereo finally got my attention.

This taxi driver was dressed in sweat pants, a muscle shirt and was constantly combing his hair in the mirror while checking me out in the backseat -- all at the same time as he was driving.

At first I thought he was amusing, then I started to get a little worried.

As he kept checking me out this English language rock song playing on his stereo -- I don't even know the name of it -- but it went like this:

"You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel'.

When I realized what the song was saying, I finally realized why he kept combing his hair and checking me out. Someone must have told him what the song was all about.

I don't even know if you can play it on CBC.

But I can tell you it was waaaaaaaaaay too intimate, raunchy and downright vulgar to be subjected to over and over by a taxi driver who kept giving me the eye.

When I heard it a few years later, I couldn't believe it was a real song. Someone told me it was pretty well known. I never wanted to hear it again! I was relieved to get out of that taxi, away from that driver and out of ear-shot of that song.

It would have felt better if the day hadn't gotten worse after that. Like I say, that's another story.

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