While I think all of the cheesy song lyric quotations in the plays on this site were all written by me, my co-author (and today, a birthday boy) is no stranger to these references. Observe this conversation from last night:
(At the Princeton Marketfair TGIFridays, MIKE is finishing a long, rambling request to TERESA.)
Mike And that’s why I need you to write the dance version of “Fortunate Son.” But sing it like Ultra Naté.
Dean Aw, that’s not that bad. You know, out on the road today I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac.
Mike Wait a minute….
(MIKE thinks. And thinks.)
Mike Oh no!!!
Of course, I must confess that I’m only familiar with the lyrics of this ex-Eagles atrocity because I have a copy of the dance version.