Input: (song called Cathy’s Clown)

Output: Pattern Recognizer conversation in my head

Pattern Recognizer: “i don’t listen to songs”

Sysadmin braincell: “you do sometimes”

Pattern Recognizer: “only if forced”

Sysadmin braincell: “it’s a YouTube video”

Pattern Recognizer: “even worse”

Sysadmin braincell: “it has Reba McIntyre AND Bruce Boxleitner in it”

Pattern Recognizer: “i don’t like clowns”

Sysadmin braincell: “there is no clown. It’s a Western. He’s a cowboy. She’s calling him Cathy’s clown because there’s supposedly another lady named Cathy that she’s jealous of him being with. Except you don’t even see her.”

Pattern Recognizer: “i can imagine it”

Sysadmin braincell: “if you don’t watch it, you can’t go full Weird Al Yankovic on it and make an awful parody in your stupid little pattern recognition head”

Pattern Recognizer: “…..you just fucking watch me, bitch”

…

(this is how the Pattern Recognizer decided the song goes)

…

cathys clown has got it goin own

there aint enough room for us both in this town

cathy don’t you see

your clown belongs to me

this love is goin down

Cuz im in love with

Cathy’s clown