When I was in a band in high school and that song came on the "Album Rock" (it was a genre, hey) FM station my friend and myself would sing, "Eli's comin', hide your heart, girl. Eli's comin', do not fart, girl," then laugh ourselves sick while Dr. Pepper sprayed from our noses. Such was our level of artistic sophistication.
Decades later, mainly what has changed is that I don't sing it out loud anymore (and I can no longer even look at Dr. Pepper).
