Ruining his Pants Crease, Dept.
Joe Walsh's "Rocky Mountain Way" is a Great Rock Song. Perfect for any occasion. Driving down the highway. Singing along in a bar. Underscoring a lap dance. This last I can only speak of theoretically, as I've only seen them performed on television. Most recently at the National Prayer Breakfast, when Michele Bachmann thigh-fucked Satan to the tune of NIN's "Closer." It was a moving experience for all concerned. In my case, my breakfast relocated itself from my stomach to my lap.
So, yes, Joe Walsh, "Rocky Mountain Way." Listen to it here, then buy it at your favorite Geschlechtsverkehrbotschaft or neighborhood Fernsehgemeinschaft.