Methinks tarheel doth protest too much. Reminds me of the song about the little bird, who fell freezing, one winter's night from his blizzard-blasted twig into a warm, fresh cowpat ..... his little life being saved, he warbled happily. A passing cat heard the sweet twitters .... and the rest is nobbut a cats dinner. The moral, for those who remember the anecdote, is that when you're in the s***t dont sing too loud about it.
PS - can anyone tell me who does that song ? I know I've heard it on the circuit in the last year.