Big bad wolf steals ma song. (22)

Today was the perfect Sunday complete with lounging, coffee, semi burnt toast, more lounging, sushi, followed by, you guessed it, more lounging on the couch with an oldie but a goodie holiday movie starring the oh so passe JTT. (Man, I had such a crush on him as a kid! Really though, what girl born in the 80's didn't? Common now, don't you lie...)
So, me and the boy are watching I'll Be Home For Christmas, and it pauses for a commercial break.
Much to my surprise, I hear the lovely voice of Gregory Alan Isakov emerging from the TV.
It takes me but seconds to realize it's Big Black Car.
Quite possibly my favorite break up song, ever.
I am instantly intrigued.
Whatever they are selling, I probably need.
As the ad progresses, I find myself shouting "No! Noo! Nooo!" at the box.
I definitely do not want what they're selling.
My favorite Isakov song?
The soundtrack to the newest McDonald's commercial...
Ugh...
How disappointing.
You sold out to the big bad wolf?
Literally, the biggest and baddest.
My heart pines for the days when this song had no association to french fries.
I immediately blast text 3 friends whom I introduced to this charming vocalist alerting them of his sell out ways.
Kristie replies exactly what I need to hear...
"Maybe it's cause CD's and touring don't get ya much anymore."
I tout de suite feel a bit better.
I guess I can live with that...
He may want to change the lyrics to;
"Well you were a dancer, I was a rag,
The french fries in my hand, well was all that I had."