Again, like with Mr. UFC (below), I empathize: It’s hard to keep from straight-up YELLING THIS SONG. Why?

Because Brandy is stuck working in that crap-ass harbor town, and the only guy she’s ever liked, the sailor of her dreams, is always going off in his goddamn boat somewhere out on the stupid-ass sea.

If you have a heart, you will have a hard time singing this song. You want to take it to that next level — that level of emotional turmoil — but then you run the risk of sounding like a bellowing maniac.

I FOR ONE WILL RUN THAT RISK. And I have, many times, in karaoke rooms across Manhattan. (Don’t even get me started on how I rip “Man, I Feel Like A Woman” — another of my go-to karaoke jams. I make the dude from Burning Witch sound like Luther Vandross.)

Anyway, I award this video a FFO-5-STAR BONUS for the arrangement of the “doo-doo-dee-doo” part; cool harmony.