Sue, if hearing a song cures you of an earworm, here you go: [link]

Trudy, you're very close on the lyrics, which are:

Now, the world don't move
To the beat of just one drum.
What might be right for you
May not be right for some.

A man is born.
He's a man of means
Then along come two
They got nothin' but their jeans.

But they got
different strokes
It takes different strokes
It takes different strokes to move the woooooooorld.

There's more, but I just can't. edited because I've cross-posted, and you've since posted the additional lyrics.

For tommyrot: [link]

For Mr. Kotter: [link]

What if I want Charles in charge of me?

Jesse, you wouldn't prefer the Fresh Prince? [link]

Zombie versus Pirate pub crawl is genius.

Trudy, you forgot

And together we'll be fine

at the end.

Zombie versus Pirate pub crawl is genius.

You know, I'm tempted to show up wearing a Star Trek uniform, just to confuse the fuck out of people.

Of course, the downside to this plan is I'd have to wear a Star Trek uniform....

And now that I think of it, the sort of people who'd go to a Zombie or Pirate pub crawl would probably appreciate the humor of a guy showing up in a Trek uniform....

new planets

I call Xena for teh Gays! It's named after one of our own. Let's colonize, bitches!

I'm catching up on TDS. Samuel L Jackson is so fucking cool.

Oh God, I'm listening to it. It's soooo awful. I hope that this will purge this from my brain!

What if I want Charles in charge of me?

Jesse love for Scott Baio is out in the open!

Sue, did you go to the link I sent you???