“We were as one bathe/For da Mormon in time/And it seemed every last thing that mule would always be mine”

Truer words have never been sung. And let’s hope they never are again. I do love his level of commitment, though. The hand waving, the closed eyes, the disco queen spiderweb cardigan. Throw on some stilettos and jump on a StairMaster, and you’re more than halfway home.

Who’s to say what a pre-Nick Cannon Mariah Carey saw in this Ken Lee fellow? Regardless, their love will be forever immortalized in song. And forever stuck in my head.

Crafters have a new anthem. And we have a new bad singer! Yay! Everybody wins. Um, did he just say, “the oats are really clear”? You know, I do find that it often helps a bad singer’s case when they act out the words that they’re singing – a little interpretive dance, if you will – like our pal Flynn here. Fling? Fleen.

Sadly, it won’t help the singing. But the judges here almost ruin the moment for me. Keep it together, guys, in the name of future comedic bits. Please. Think about the children.