Today on Twitter, a former student of mine who teaches in a high school reported that she heard a student singing, “I’ve got twelve pounds of crack up my asshoooooole.”
Unfortunately for me, my brain works the way it does, so for the last half hour I’ve been hearing that sentence sung to the tune of this song’s first line:
What’s next? “Oh, the junkie and the dealer can be friends?” “Surrey with syringe on top?”
Thank you for your attention.