and i ain’t lyin’ there’s a big yellow sign on the front of it with a picture of a kid and a big old “x” going through his chest; it looks like me, and i can’t read the word “danger.”

Escalator.

I know how badly you wanted to go to the Holly Golightly and the Brokeoffs show with me last week and, while I really do wish things could have worked out differently, the truth is that I just knew you’d feel compelled to sing along, and I had absolutely no intention of paying $12 to hear your crap voice. So I didn’t invite you.

Still, I filmed it for you.

And every time Holly bent over to pick something up off the stage and her loosely-fitting dress treated the audience to some down-blouse action, I thought of you.

Well, you and her tits.

Her tits, mostly.

There’s more on the YouTube.