Still: the cumulative effect is sometimes as treacly as the heavily frosted sheet cake being slid onto the buffet table in the carpeted banquet hall where this song will be blasting, on a loop, for all of eternity. Even your most adorable aunt—the one who loves a Yankee Candle—will eventually drain her flute of sparkling wine, lean forward, and be like, "Dog, this **** is corny."
Oh mama, mama, mama
I just shot a man down
In central station
In front of a big ol' crowd
Oh whyyyyyy, oh whyyyy
Oh mama, mama, mama
I just shot a man down
In central station
