This, now and probably for a long time to come:
ANYWHERE. ANYWHERE. ANYWHERE.
That there was a music video for this song, much less a claymation one, blows half of my fucking mind. It would have blown it all if the video was actually good, although it is endearing to see the band caper about like they actually liked each other at the time:
Someday, when cirrhosis has taken the last of the "Paul Westerberg started sucking the instant he sobered up and started actually trying to be good" Mats cultists, DON'T TELL A SOUL and ALL SHOOK DOWN will finally get their due.