"Bow-chicka-bow-wow! That's what my baby said!"
Linda's hand flew to her car radio's volume knob. She knew this song well, and loved it; its catchy tune, its meaningless lyrics, deliciously recalled her own youthful stardom. If only she knew who'd recorded it; somehow, whenever it played, she managed to miss that announcement.
But now she was apparently in luck. As the song ended, a DJ's voice drawled, "Yes, indeed. That was 'Gitchee-Gitchee-Goo', the recent chart-topper by…"
"No! Not the SuddenBurstOfStaticInator!… Curse you, Perry the Platypus!"
"…fszzsshhzzzsssones. And we'll be right back after…"
Linda sighed resignedly, and switched to "Footlight Parade".
Disclaimer: Since my CopyrightSeizeInator is still in the prototype stage, I must confess that I do not own Phineas and Ferb. (Or "Footlight Parade", for that matter.)