Yes, I did. Yet I shame myself and my dorkified youth by missing what I missed.
The lyrics you leave incomplete are returned to you sounding either like "Mad Libs" for burnouts or "Match Game" for depressives.
Today's FOCR: "Blank Frank," Brian Eno, Here Come the Warm Jets
P.S. Click the Gene Rayburn picture to visit a pretty awesome site. The music gets a little trippy after a while, though.