It’s like that song, “We Care a Lot.”
I Care, by Al Bundy.
When hooters jiggle around and I find nickels on the ground, I care.
When a Mustang engine purrs and the bathroom is not hers, I care.
When the pitcher’s on the mound and the wife is underground, I care.
But when I’ve been playing this for days, I will kill anyone who stays. I swear.