I have been literally whelmed by the no interest flooding in after my description of the staggering awfulness of the themesong of "My Date With The President's Daughter", and so in reponse to this I have been moved to make available a short segment in the spirit of fair use, and non-profit educational/critical purposes. Thus:
Warning: contains brief scenes of nightwear.
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2 comments:
Is it more than coincidence that the lyric stylings are very, very very close to those of the Presidents of the United States of America?
I think maybe.
No wait... it is them?! No way. I should read posts in non-reverse order, I think.
But good job, me, for recognizing the voice.
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