If you want to sing out, sing out...

As Jess knows well, I love to sing along when I am listening to music. It is so insanely fun. I can barely stand it. Any song will do. As long as I know the words, we're in business. Even some of the words will do.

Lately, this has become my greatest source of 100% pure comedy. (None of that 95% crap here, folks.) I have decided that there is nothing funnier than when people are singing along to lyrics that make absolutely no sense for them to sing. Prime examples:

• When my mom sings that System of a Down song about the angels and the crying and whatnot. (It's called "Chop Suey" I think.)
• When my dad sings Brick House. I don't know if it's ironic, but it sure as hell creeps me out.
• When I sing anything by the Notorious BIG. "I like it when you call me Big Poppa..."
• When I sing along to "It's All About the Benjamins". I mean... hello! I'm Canadian. We don't have Benjamins up here.

And the list goes on and on and on... however, I think that it is worth mentioning that the song that I was singing when I thought about this in the first place was "Dreadlock Holiday" by 10cc. "I don't like reggae... oh no! I LOVE IT! OH YEAH!"

That one's going in the car, fo sho.