I’m too sexy.

Should a Saturday morning really start off with: “And I'm too sexy for my hat. Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that. I'm a model you know what I mean. And I do my little turn on the catwalk. Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah. I shake my little touche on the catwalk. I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my. 'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean. And I do my little turn on the catwalk. Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah I shake my little touche on the catwalk. I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat. Poor pussy poor pussy cat”?.

I don’t think anyone should have to deal with Right Said Fred this early in the morning on a weekend, especially before having had a chance to consume copious amounts of caffeine. It is just morally wrong to subject someone to that amount of bouncy noise. And the lyrics. What they could subconsciously do to an unsuspecting groggy mind. Next thing you know, the owner of said mind will be prancing about, belting the lyrics at tops of lungs, disrupting house and kin as they attempt to convey just how sexy they are to the world at large. This type of music should only be allowed on the radio at a decent respectable hour, when people are less likely to be effected by the lyrics.

Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to sashay my way back to the kitchen, the coffeepot is a calling. ‘Oh yeah, I’m too sexy for my coffee. My coffee’s gonna leave me. Yeah, I’m too sexy, for this coffee cup, for my coffee cup. I’m a model, you know what I mean, and I shake my little arse on the catwalk…’

Disclaimer: This post was written without the benefit of any coherent thought, as the owner of said post was rudely woken by cat repeatedly pouncing on derriere to the tune of I'm Too Sexy. The management is not responsible for the mad ravings, delusions, or mumblings of the writer.