I have this sudden urge to visit Portugal.
A couple of weeks ago my friend and I were on a long car ride through Virginia when we started talking about really crappy music. Nickelback came up, and we were trying to remember the lyrics of their first radio hit-- cuz it was 3am and we were driving through Virginia, so there was nothing better to do.
We could not for the life of us remember what the lyrics were! The farthest we got was, "Nah nah nah nah nah nah into the bottom of every bottle. Zee za words in my head, la la la la la lah laaah!" And then we gave up because there's no way the actual lyrics could have improved on our "zee zahs" and "nah nah nahs".
No one knows what the lyrics to that song are. It's a mystery-- like trying to pinpoint the exact moment when the offspring started to suck (cuz y'know, in the 8th grade they were the shiznit). I think it's a tribute to how utterly forgetable Nickelback is.
You can't give up hope just because it's hopeless. That's when you have to hope even harder, and stick your fingers in your ears and go "la la laaah!"