The Verbose Backing Vocalist

At this juncture in the proceedings, I would like to point out that, having already seconded the emotion articulated in the chorus, I have also been possessed by a passionate desire to unequivocably affirm, in the strongest possible terms and without fear of contradiction, that I, a transient yet irrepressible echo in the undulating wave of processed stereophonic musical reproduction, completely endorse and provide my unwavering support to, absolutely every single word the lead singer has just sung. Especially that catchy bit in verse two. And I would also like to add that, in such total agreement am I with the sentiments of this lead singer, and so extremely vociferously do I utterly concur with his thoughts and dreams, that I feel an undeniable urge to express my admiration and adoration for these fine lyrics with an ecstatic keening not heard in the world of sound since the most exotic of courtesans received the most sensuous of kisses from the most velvety-lipped of Casanovas ever to be espeically skilled in the arts of the bedroom. Now, where was I? Oh yes. I remember  ...shooby-dooby doo waaaah.

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[i]

Break it down for me, fellas.

[Bleak Mouse]

I had the speakers turned up last night and the lady visiting went into a trance-like state and began doing the dance of the seven veils. Fortunately, we managed to snap her out of it after five. The window was open and the woman next door had a highly audible orgasm. The neighborhood feral cats did not settle down for several hours.

Was that really you? Can I get a CD copy?

[Fcb]

I'm sorry: anyone who has watched "The League of Gentlemen" from the BBC will appreciate that the Dance of the Seven Veils has so lost its power to entice, and is nowadays rather an exemplary means of repelling possible suitors?

You underplay, Stephen, the moral judment component of much back-singing:

"Shooby doo wah - Don't go there Mistah - woh diddly wah"