I remember a snow day, hanging at my friend Bobby’s house, (this would be when we were 11), listening to this song over and over. It was No. 1 that week, and a fantastic pop song by a couple of Zappa dudes who worked the edges.

Without the instruments, it is less sugary.

But most importantly, they got paid, and felt bad about it. (Hmmm, did they? We should look into that.)

Art dudes made pop music that worked, and they got paid. Bingo.