Ringo:
I'd like to be...under the sea... in an octopuss's garden... with a gun. Once in a while a song so infectious, so sticky, comes along and attaches itself to just one neuron in your brain. The only way to get rid of any memory of said song is to shoot that exact neuron. Good luck finding it.
Rod Argent, Richard Marx, Sheila E., Billy Squier, Edgar Winter, and Hamish Stuart? This is your All-Starr Band? Please. Were Matt Frenette, Wayne Parker, Gary Kemp, and Steve Deutsch all busy? You have got to be kidding! Please take your traveling band of musical corpses back to your castle and get back to painting really bad art and hanging out with your pet pineapple.
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