The intention of this commercial is of course well meaning and for charity, but when we hear this song while listening to Mike & the Mad Dog or other WFAN programming, it makes us want to turn our balls into a shooting range and just end it all. It makes us want to tie our heels to a speeding Corvette while it zig-zags through a busy, not-up-to-code construction site. It makes us want to do the Nestea Plunge into a pool of starving sharks with 50 pounds of choice steak attached to our ankles.
If we were ever fortunate enough to meet the assclown who sings in the background seemingly every 5 minutes like some annoying cartoon music teacher, we'd smash his shitty Casio keyboard over his shitty head.
Please, for the sake of the fucking sanity of your god damn listeners, end this torture.