At Work This Week, I Have Group I.

You don't really need to know what that means and it would take me forever to explain it to you, so suffice it to say that you know I have Group I.

And that because of that, this song has been stuck in my head for literally forty-eight hours.

Girl you know I-I-I

I used to work at a summer camp and one year some little kid named DaQuan was singing it, like, all week. He was eight years old.

We convinced him the lyric was "birthday cake". Not that it really helped, it only encouraged him to sing the whole thing more raucously than before. But we preserved the innocence of a slew of other children, which is what counts. I think.