Forget the shower. Singing is way better when you are on the back of a souped-up VFR on a warm sunny day, your head inside your helmet.
I'll have a Blue Christmas without you.
I'll be so blue thinking about you.
You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white,
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas .
Who cares if it isn't Christmas and I'm not Elvis, damn I sounded good!!
And thank god no one else could hear me.