Y for Yankovich, please

Speaking of Kai’s early point re “hold your head up, you’re loveable” etc., that reminds me of how (probably due to Mr. Yank-o-vich) almost every time I see one of these sagging kind of deals, which for like 10 years or something is still like every-freaking-day, I hear Argent’s Hold Your Head Up, only it's like,

Pull your pants UP (woah)
Pull your pants UP (woah)
PULL your pants high!



But this kind of thing happens to me all the time, and is one of the reasons why everyone who knows me is secretly glad they’re not me. Like, when I read this story about the latest Pope scuttlebutt, first thing I thought wasn’t, "hmmm … how might a Pope from the U.S. of A. affect the future of the Church? Would it be good, would it be bad?"

No, truly, the VERY first thing I thought was:

He’s an American Pope
He’s an American Pope
He comes into your town he helps you party down
He’s an American Pope

So anyway, when my oldest son was like 7 years old, maybe 8, we walked into the record store, and a sales guy comes over, looks at me and says, May i help you? And my boy shoots right back, "Y for Yankovich, please." Yep.