All you finger snappers and toe-tappers, let me do it to you in ya' ear hole.

Some days I imagine checking in at the Hotel California, room 112, while sippin' gin n' juice with Eleanor Rigsby, Sweet Caroline, and ABBA. Other days I dream of vibing to Marilyn Manson and Smokey Robinson, while waiting for Steve Vai, Michael Jackson, and Sonny Rollins to soundcheck before the Incognito surprise birthday party for Chick Corea and R. Kelly. Last year, Andre 3K came, but he broke the toilet with a little psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop...it happens.

I play it all and I don't mind a little Doobie in my funk.

References provided below:
Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia, Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia, Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki, Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky, Cookie, (I met her in a ice cream parlor), Tonya, Diane, Lori, and Carla, Marina, Selena, Katrina, Sabrina, about three Kims, LaToya, and Tina, et al.

If you deciphered this rambling we're going to have fun.