So what do you think — is a song that details the strategy behind speedy late night eating to hurry up a post-bar hook up, and includes the lyrics, “I can’t fake, mumbo sauce keep me half-baked” exactly what we’ve been missing to put D.C. on the musical map? Is it hilariously bad? Hilariously awesome? Not hilarious at all? While you’re deciding, we’re going to run and get some take out.