Making fun of three blokes having a laugh dancing in their garden is infinitely sadder than said three blokes having a laugh dancing in their garden will ever be.
Damned if you do, damned if you don't. I knew a white boy who whenever I saw him, I would call him Mr. Bombastic after a disastrous rendition of Mr. Boombastic at karaoke where he *didn't* do the voice - though he did mostly stumble on the verses.