Nothing gets me going like Van Morrison's 'Sweet Thing'. Cue me bouncing and bounding, skipping and tripping all over the place while cantillating the following:

And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite
And I dont know why
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.

My, my, my, my, my indeed.