This cannot be serious.

If it weren't for the trite lyrics, and the spoken-word meltdown in the middle, would everyone hate this so much? It's not a bad jazz composition at all, salsa-influenced, and the band is pretty tight.

How do people like this gain success while truly talented musicians/song writers starve? “Where are my keeeeeeys?” Nice fade-out, too. It's like the song continues for eternity… ugh.

wow, i am amazed that someone knows what the elevator music to hell sounds like—man, i need to live a more righteous life ;o)

Are we sure this isn't a Sesame Street segment? I refuse to believe it's meant to be taken seriously by adults.

She's no Blossom Dearie.

Somewhere Dr. Heathcliff Huxtable is doing that stupid T-Rex Dance.

This makes me hate rich people sooo fucking much!