Gentlemen, I have a confession to make.

Over the past 48 hours, I have listened to Carmela's theme music, no fewer than probably 75 times.

We get some karaoke?

Can we get so?

Can you drink?

F-A-B-U-L-U-S, yes.

And here's the second part of my confession.

I know no lyrics to the song except for fabulous.

So when I sing the song in my head, it's F-A-B-U-L-U-S, yes,

because I'm fabulous.

I know nothing else from the song, but I love that theme song right now.

I'm all over it.

The part you're mumbling is diamonds on my neck, but I don't know anything else besides that. No, but I love that though. Now that I know that, I feel like it's

even better. Nick, what would happen if you walk down, you know, A1A Beach Shore Avenue,

dressed like James Elthworth? What happens to you? Down by the beach? I would probably not have

the same success with women that I'm that I'm accustomed to, so I would not dress

like our man James Ellsworth. But what it got me thinking, as I'm listening to Carmel's theme

at the gym, of course, while I'm hanging and banging, clanging and banging, what's your favorite

theme song of all time? We have not talked about this beforehand. I'm putting both of you guys

on the spot, Silver King, your greatest wrestling theme song ever. So the answer is Steve Austin, because you get the bang, so you automatically

know who it is, and you're juiced immediately. It's hard, metal, it's rough, and you just know

that crap's about to go down, that there's someone's going to get beat up, and it's going to

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