Songs I Swear I'll Never Get Sick Of

Rewind. Repeat. It's so good. It hits me right in the fedora loving spot. It tickles my barefoot lady keyboardist boner and then I start to rock in my office chair, that slight recline bounce, while flexing my right thigh muscle to the beat. Yeah. Muuuuusic.

Here it is, via video recording of my favourite Canadian radio show hosted by a man named Gian. And no, not the only one.

Texico Bitches.