I don't know what it says about me that I love this stuff. Probably nothing good.
Perhaps Weird Al Yankovic could do a rendition of CCR's Fortunate Son.
Some folks are born to test emission spectrums
Ooh, those flames are red, white and blue
And when iPod plays "The Elements" song
Ooh, they point the platinum wire at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no laboratory rat, son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no formaldehyde son, no
Yeah!
Etc...
H/T to TFD.
Looking at the world through aldehyde-covered glasses
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