Oops, sorry. It was the Osmonds. But ya gotta admit the only way to tell was the dancing was better and the hairstyles worse. I’m pretty sure that’s Perez Hilton on the second solo. The funky chicken has never been rocked this hard.
Jay Osmond is the George Clinton of Utah!
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