Greeting the morning with a song

Or should I say, an earsplitting rendition of Fall at Your Feet by Crowded House. I wish I could sing, but I can't. I am very, very atonal, flat, and can't keep to a melody to save my life. It's like one of those cartoons, where I open my mouth and all these little crooked notes come out in a speech bubble and then all the windows shatter.

But I do love a good song, and singing along to a good song, and no-one can hear me in the car. I hope. At least I didn't do jazz hands. That would have been unsafe.