Yo, tell me what you want, what you really, really want, I’ll tell you want I want, what I really, really want … I really, really want some ibuprofen

I having some now from my desk supply of ibuprofen, but I do also have some garage ibuprofen and some bedroom ibuprofen … the best part is that I am a big brown long haired Native guy that knows these damned lyrics … and I’m embarrassed to say I know who all the shoes belong to - clockwise from the Union Jack high heel - Ginger, Scary, Sporty, Posh, Baby.