Caesars don't fear the reaper
Nor do the women in the summer rain

The story:

Singing at full volume in the car, riding shotgun. My friend Stefan laughed for a solid minute before he explained why.

I thought it was a very understandable hiccup. I mean, the caesars were all grand and thinking they were gods on Earth, and the Blue Oyster Cult strike me as the kind of guys who would know the kind of freaky, fearless, free-spirited chicks who would dance around in the rain.