Now I know why Sid Vicious had to keep carving all that stuff into his chest.

See, it's this shit that makes me understand, despite being an infant at the time, why the anti-disco thing just drove some people utterly insane.

Five stars for ducks.

Embarrassing, even for a parody song. At least I now know what Rick Dees looks like.

I want to hit him with a stick (and set the puppet on fire). Stars for the dancing ducks.

Even though the people are hopping and dancing, their faces reveal pained indifference. 5 for that.

The late 1970s were the worst possible time to be alive in U.S. history.