songs in my head: grace slick must die edition

We were at a local street festival on Saturday, and this was coming out of the PA system while my daughter was trying to off herself in the jumping jack.  I had gotten rid of it later in the day, probably knocked out by the Cubs’ division clinching victory, but it came back with a vengeance this afternoon.  I keep hearing Grace Slick’s evil, robotic sounding voice (seriously, she sounds like she’s trying to do an imitation of one of those poor folks who smoked too long and now have to hold one of those little voice sticks to their neck to talk) intoning the immortal words:

Someone always playing corporation games
Who cares they’re always changing corporation names

I’m going between that on a loop, and perhaps the worst two lines ever in a song ever ever ever:

Marconi plays the Mamba,
Listen to the radio

Marconi is posthumously filling his ear with lead every time he hears this abomination of the language broadcast over the waves he worked so hard to harness.

Also, I think it’s important to note that when Blender did its piece called Run for Your Life! It’s the 50 Worst Songs Ever!, this bleeding terror was justifiably ensconced in the top spot.  A pox on you all, Jefferson Airplane Jefferson Starship Starship!