So I've got a question.

Every so often I'll preface a question to Mrs. Dave with "So I've got a question." She's learned to be wary of these types of questions, and rightfully so - more often than not they're not actual thought-inducing investigations, more the types of silly observations that occur to me while driving around late at night. Two such recent ones stemmed from a couple of pop chestnuts...

She wore a raspberry beret
The kind you find in a second-hand store

Now, I admit...I'm not the type to frequent second-hand stores of any type, but given the relatively low popularity of berets - and raspberry-colored ones in particular - it comes as somewhat of a surprise to me that they were so popular in urban Minnesota in the early 80's that one Prince Rogers Nelson dedicated an entire song referencing their commonality in establishments of thrift. But further to this line of questioning, would you actually BUY a raspberry beret you found in a second-hand store? It seems to me that headwear would be one thing you'd probably want to buy first-hand, new, off-the-rack, so as to avoid sharing head-borne...stuff...with previous wearers. I mean, if memory serves, many stores won't accept returned hats for specifically that reason.

But let's move on.

Your best friend Harry
Has a brother Larry
In five days from now, he's gonna marry
He's hoping you can make it there if you can
'Cause in the ceremony, you'll be the best man

Such a strange family dynamic displayed by the friends of one Mr. Marvin Young, better known as rap artist Young MC.

First, the narrator asserts - via the rarely-used second-person, no less - that Harry is his best friend. However, despite having a brother (Larry), and despite Harry being his (the narrator's) best friend, Larry is asking the narrator to be his best man. Larry must have a low opinion of his own brother, but a high opinion of his brother's taste in friends, while simultaneously opting to ignore his would-be best man's taste in friends (being as how his would-be best man's best friend is his brother, whom he considers below him in considering for best-man-hood).

But wait - there's more. The wedding is taking place in a mere five days! So apparently, he's waited until less than a week before his nuptials to rule out his brother (and perhaps his lesser-known brothers Gary, Barry, and Zacharry) but to ask his brother's fairly socially inept best friend (as established in the three previous verses) to serve as the chief organizer, toast-giver and master of ceremonies at the wedding in question. Top it all off with the tautological delight that is "He's hoping you can make it there if you can", and well, you've managed to upstage the apparent commonplace discovery of vermilion military millinery in Minneapolitan consignment stores. Congratulations, Mr. Young.