Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight til it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling fan told us
Like the ceiling fan told us!

The story:

I was on a trip to Los Angeles with a bunch of my
friends, and this song played constantly while we
were driving.

After maybe the fortieth time we heard it, I
finally looked at one of my friends and asked,
"What the hell is he on?"

Friend: "What do you mean?"

Me: "Why is the ceiling fan telling him to put his
hands up? Moreover, why is he listening?!"

All six people in the car started laughing.