By about age 11, I had this song completely memorized. I used to sing it at the top of my lungs, in public (I’d say “Oh my poor parents,” but it was really all their own doing.) This was, of course, long before I had any idea what it meant. All I heard was highly professional sounding singers singing with extreme seriousness about something that sounded vaguely naughty to my precocious eleven-year-old ears. Funnily enough, after a decade’s worth of life experience, I still find this song funny for the same reasons.