Somewhere in the depths of my hoarding, I have a dancing chipmunk that sings this song, in a Chippendales-style faux-tuxedo. I used to listen to that little bastard when I was drunk in law school before I'd go watch my pet scorpion, Bea Arthur (couldn't tell if it was male or female), for hours hoping it would sting the shit out of a cricket. It never did. Anywho, this about as perfect a song as you can get for David Lee Roth, other than anything he did with Van Halen.
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