Say something, anything. Test one, two, three. Anything but that. This is weird. It's weird. Very weird. Fucking weird. I'm so mad that I don't know what to do. Fighting with microphones, freezing down to my bones, and to top it all off, I'm with you. Feel like going insane, got a fire in your brain, and you're thinking of drinking gasoline? As a matter of fact! Honey, I know this act: it's called the Tango Maureen.