If you aren't ready to drop everything and fully commit to The goddamn Safety Dance whenever it comes on the radio, I'm not sure we can still be friends. pic.twitter.com/oxkAfd8Wmr
— Super 70s Sports (@Super70sSports) July 6, 2019
Tangentially: One day in 1983 I was at Sound Warehouse picking up a copy of the Rhythm of Youth LP by Men Without Hats, whence cometh the Safety Dance, and the clerk duly handed me a plastic fedora.
I objected: “These are Men Without Hats. Shouldn’t you be taking a hat away from me?”
The clerk gave me a “Go away, boy, you bother me” look, and so I did, hat in hand.