Before the Grammy's my g-ma had never heard Gnarls Barkley's jam for the ages. A day or two afterwards I played it in the background, prompting her to remark in typical grandma fashion, 'boy he sang that heck out of that song last night...with his fat self...'
Cut to today. Bumping that St. Elsewhere for all the house to hear. Who walks by singing the chorus at the top of her lungs? Bigmama. So big ups Cee-Lo and Mr. Danger. Even 70+ year old grandmothers from Arkansas can't resist the Motown doo-wop charm of Crazy.
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