I lied, Cuddy is next, not House. House is next! "Bad Reputation" belongs to Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. Enjoy!
Meanwhile, Cuddy and Vogler were the only ones left in the boardroom.
"Why kind of reputation will this hospital have with all the singing going on?" Vogler yelled at her. Music started and Cuddy jumped on the desk, letting her hair down again and unbuttoning her shirt a little. She was tired of Vogler worrying about her reputation. Everyone loved her. Why should she care what he thought?"I've GOT to stop doing this!" Vogler moaned into his hands. Cuddy kicked off her shoes and began to sing . . .
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's
What I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation
Oh no not me
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good
When I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one
An' I don't give a damn
'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me
I don't give a damn (swings hair around while kicking papers off the desk)
'bout my reputation
I've never been afraid of any deviation
An' I don't really care
If ya think I'm strange
I ain't gonna change
An' I'm never gonna care
'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me
Pedal boys!
An' I don't give a damn (hair is in her face and she continues to stomp her feet on the desk.)
'bout my reputation
The world's in trouble
There's no communication
An' everyone can say
What they want to say
It never gets better anyway
So why should I care
'bout a bad reputation anyway
Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me
I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
You're living in the past
It's a new generation
An' I only feel good
When I got no pain
An' that's how I'm gonna stay
An' I don't give a damn
'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me
Oh no, not
Not me, not me
Vogler raised an eyebrow at her and stood up, slamming his fist into the table.
"I'm going to get you all fired for this!" he yelled. Cuddy, not bothering to button up her shirt again, jumped off the table, hair swishing. She began to walk out. "CUDDY!" Vogler yelled.
"Go to hell!" she called back.
The music will get a little more serious after this with another performance by House and Foreman gets another solo. Not doing much Cameron because I don't like her much, but if I get a good song request from a reviewer, I might just sneak her in!