"Lend me your face, lend me your face, I'll beat it up - but I'll replace it."
Ok. So the one that beat me up at least had some sense of humour. And impeccable taste in music. Beating me unconcious and leaving that track blasting in my ears, on repeat, was a nice touch. Also, slightly headache-inducing. Or, wait. Maybe the the fact that my face felt like it had been worked over with a meat tenderizing hammer was the culprit.