Happy birthday, Adam!

It's my cousin's eighth birthday today, and I'm making a mix tape for him. Currently I'm letting it run through to determine final order, and the songs I chose were such hilariously horrible karaoke-quality songs, that I am singing at the absolute top of my lungs, and I'm sure the neighbors hate me. I am a person that likes order, so naturally, all the songs are currently in alphabetical order of artist. Here's the master list:


Fernando                                                 ABBA
Total Eclipse Of The Heart              Bonnie Tyler
Pedal Power                                  Dance Band
Magic Dance                                   David Bowie
Heir Kommt Alex                          Die Toten Hosen
The Sacrifice                                    Dolly Parton
Rio                                                         Duran Duran
Stacy's Mom                                         Fountains of Wayne
You and I / You and I                       Glee Cast
Radar Love                                   Golden Earring
Alone                                                 Heart
What A Feeling                            Irene Cara
Change Africa                                         Jay-Z VS Toto
Backstabber                                   Ke$ha
Wavin' Flag                                   K'naan
Say Hey(I Love You)                  Michael Franti and Spearhead
The Way You Make Me Feel           Michael Jackson
Waka Waka (Time For Africa)               Shakira
Friday                                                 Stephen Colbert & Friends
Higher Love                                 Steve Winwood

See what I mean? I'm pretty sure this is exactly what an eight year old wants for his birthday. If he doesn't, I'll take it back and listen to it until the cd runs dry. Is that an expression? Or even possible?