In highschool I worked at a baseball stadium and one of my bosses was this complete and utter humorless asshole. Frequently, before or way after a game, one of the crew would put an album on the P.A. system. (My favorite was the day someone put on Journey's greatest hits.) One night during break down, someone put on Under the Table and Dreaming, and goddamned if the humorless asshole didn't lose his fucking shit, dancing around the concourse, singing every single word to every single song. I will never again listen to Ants Marching the same way.