It is quite literally impossible not to hear "Goodbye Goodbye" by Oingo Boingo and not go into very-embarassing-if-anyone-else-were-here-but-thank-god-I'm-alone chair dancing.
Really.
I've tried.
Excuse me whilst I bop.
Something similar happens to me when I hear Elevator Man, Not My Slave, or... well, pretty much anything on 'Boi-ngo', actually. Except my zigzagging is usually accompanied by *gasp* horrendous offkey warbling, as well.
Damn you, Danny Elfman, and your catchy hooks! Damn you to hell!
Posted by: Charlie at December 16, 2003 01:45 PMWe'll have to discuss my one fateful evening with Oingo Boing in Colorado....
Posted by: Da Goddess at December 16, 2003 06:11 PMThat's me!! Oh forget the Tiny Insects song... they make me want to dance!
If you love Boingo as much as I love Boingo, you should really see Dead Man's Party. Next Saturday.. you in?!
Posted by: mia at December 17, 2003 04:36 PM