I don't know about you guys, but I am loving all the sugar-poppy goodness that is playing on the radio these days. The best part is I can crank it up, even with my kids in the car (I like to save my Ice Cube and Nine Inch Nails for alone time). No swear words, no inappropriate lyrics, and sometimes the husbands even get into it.
It takes a pretty special song to get a grown man to dirty dance (with himself) at the country club pool while singing along to it on a blow-up microphone (yes, that really happened last week...). And no, unfortunately, it wasn't MY husband. We wives did get this husband's dance routine on film, though. Teeeeheeeee. Perfect Facebook wall material right? Right?
So here's the special song, and I'm embarrassed to admit that I love it, too! I even caught my eight-year-old son singing it to himself today...
More b.s. (and the first word is bird)
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