So maybe a Meatloaf Jr. isn't that bad in the grand scheme of worldly things that would really suck, but it sure feels like it, especially when this insipid Go Phone commercial airs four or five times a night. Please tell me this is not Meatloaf's real son, because A. he acts worse than a bat out of hell, and B. that would lead me to believe someone actually slept with Meatloaf. Great googly moogly, people. This is one father-son song we could have done without. The only thing it makes me want to buy is a better remote control ... to change the channel. (And is that Tiffany singing harmony?! You should be running, girl, running just as fast as you can!)
