httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twOK5sXccmY

…with extra syrup.

I doubt there is anything more comical than seeing (and hearing, for that matter) a skinny little middle-class white Aussie gal belting out the lyrics to a hip-hop song from the ghettoes of US of A. Well, I am happy to entertain the peak-hour Monash Freeway travellers, for some crackin’ songs demand such a performance. Such as, just about every Outkast ditty. If you’re super lucky, you may even witness some pre-conceived and choreographed seated dance moves — particularly to the ‘Crooked Booty’ lyrics, by Dungeon Family:

Oh doctor doctor help me please 
I got this problem come over me 
And I just can't shake it (I just can't seem 
to shake this thing off up me, now help me)
At first I was just fine
Didn't really play it no mind
Until it hit another time (another time)
Cuz my chest popped out (my chest popped out)
And my back went in (I said my back went in)
Started movin my body
Like I had a nervous itch (ooow)
So the doctor gave me (say what?)
This remedy (what'd he say?)
He said, "Pop it to boy"
And feel the beat

So, keep an eye out, and try not to be distracted by the road. With my freshly cut and coloured hair, I have recently been described as looking ‘creative’ (thanks Christina, I think), ‘like an assassin’ (channeling Bridget Fonda, perhaps? Or was it just the black turtle-neck, skinny-leg jeans and black boots I was wearing at the time?) and ‘like Mrs Incredible’ (my flexibility may or may not be extraordinary).

Oh, and the above, you ask? I almost forgot. Well, I could listen to this song over and over and over…. and over… Liberation, by Outkast… as performed by me this evening. Enjoy.