So this is a thing that happened.
It has everything Karaoke should traditionally have: not-very-good singing, not-very-good dancing, fucking up of lyrics, and the obligatory small glass of magic juice* responsible for the entire thing.
Enjoy... if you dare:
On our performer mailing list, John Hodgman kept saying that he was going to turn this into a Murder Cruise... none of us believed him, but I can see that he was successful, because I just murdered that poor song. Well played, Hodgman. Well played indeed, sir.
Very special thinks to KatyHaile for sharing my shame with the world, and preserving it for future generations.
*A type of "sauce" if you will.
