I really like “Favourite Jeans” by Bertie Blackman. It’s fun and jaunty and singable.
There’s probably a whole level of understanding that I’m missing, but if you put a little ditty chock-full of catchiness in front of my ears, I’ll be too busy shuffling my hips in a rhythmic fashion to burrow any further than the surface. Yes, I am that shallow.
And Shallow Chad decreed: If you like it so much, why don’t you cover it?
Sure, I don’t know all the words. Yes, I don’t know the correct chords. Hell, I haven’t played guitar for years. No, I don’t have a recording studio.
That’s never stopped me before. Apart from all those other times.
Prepare to be enthralled by my sluggish majesty .
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