“Oh dear, what can the matter be?/Seven old ladies got locked in the lavat’ry/They were there from Sunday to Satur’dy/And nobody knew they were there…/Tra-la-la/Tra-la-la/Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la/BULLSHIT!”

— Last night Bones and I went to Alexandria’s oldest Irish pub and they had a crooner, and now I woke up today and can’t get this out of my head.