I defy you to listen to “Good Vibrations” by the legendary and oh-so-humble Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch, and not have this song dancing maniacally through your head all day long, well into the night, until you are huskily crooning “Do you feel it, baby? I do too!” and scowling and pouting in your best angst-ridden, Calvin-wearing Marky Mark impression.
I happened to hear this song on my way to work this morning…okay, okay, I confess, if you’re going to keep twisting my arm, for the love of all that is good! Yes, this song is on a CD in my very own car, I admit it, but I swear it’s only because Gary and the kids like to dance to it and transform into rap afficionados as we cruise down the road, complete with crossed arms, defiant head bobs, and backward baseball caps.
Now I am overwhelmed with the urge to burst out with “Making you feel the rhythm is my occupation!” and “So put the crack up!” as I humbly and meekly earn my pennies at work. I have a performance review coming up soon, so I suppose I should do my best to stifle this impulse, eh?
I also defy you to utter the words “Marky Mark” and not snicker. I can’t do it.