That's what made me think of the thread title, I was singing it in my head yesterday and thought it needed alternative wording sort of like aversion therapy At least you're classy enough to have honey roast ham and not the plastic fake shite Zoph has!It’s the PTSD we have from the song it has infected our minds and we might all start trying to force people to be in a 2 man team with us, only this morning I found myself dangling some honey roast ham at my boyfriend and singing at him in the hope he would want to join my team.