Today while driving into Cambridge, to work with my friend and colleague Daf, I was listening to the radio to fill the quiet in the car and was subjected to what I was told was a popular track among today’s youth.

I couldn’t help but be amazed by its apalling lack of redeeming features, indeed by being in “english” it is only made worse.

Black Eyed Peas — My Humps

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
...
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
...

Urgh

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