Moving Units makes me want to crank the volume in my ‘am and not drive, just sit there and take drugs. Not normal drugs, but some generic drugs that would just come in a giant bag that said DRUGS on them. Once I had enough drugs, I would stand up on the seat of my ‘am and just dance dance dance dance dance to the radio. I may be an acne-scarred 70’s holdover with a wild mane and a belly full of drugs, but I can dance like a Stallion with rollerskates on when it’s my time. And Moving Units makes it my time. So fuck off and dance, punks!