According to Buzzfeed, “German Composer Adriano Celentano wrote this song in 1972 using a made up language designed to sound like English.” Play the video below. I think it’s probably dead-on.

I always wondered what I must sound like to people who don’t speak English, but I always assumed there’d be less harmonica and polyester.

Nate Dogg’s dead. People are eulogizing him as the man who, more than most, shaped the sound of Nineties hip-hop. He collaborated with just about everyone from Snoop Dogg (no relation) to Erykah Badu. His smooth-as-silk voice will live on in the iTunes libraries of every Gen-Xer until our generation’s last light saber dims. It’s a real mark of character when a man can sing as soulfully about carjacking, womanizing, drug abuse, and cold-blooded murder… as other men do about love and romance. So today, our character playlist is missing a track, and we’ll never replace it. Because Apple doesn’t let you replace missing tracks you’ve already bought, unless you buy them again. But I digress.

A side note: Doctors want to replace both of Prince’s hips… Nate Dogg’s dead… That means both the Eighties AND the Nineties are now officially over (I’ll miss my parachute pants). Those of you who want the ’00s to last forever had better chip in and get Miley Cyrus some multivitamins.