Tim Draper, the promiscuous investor who struck lucky with Skype, is not content with penning his own awful anthems to venture capitalism. He's now mangling the classics. You'll remember that Draper wrote Riskmaster, which is immortal only in the sense that I will never be able to get it out of my mind. We published the lyrics of Another Riskmaster, the DFJ partner's follow-up. Here, now, is Draper's perverted version of The Troggs' Wild Thing.

Wild thing
You make my cash ring
You make everything [unintelligible]
Wild thing, I think I'll fund you
I wanna know for sure
Come on, make it ring
You move me

For the video — taken last week at the DFJ party — click inside, and skip forward about six minutes into the clip. Update: a bonus clip, of Tim Draper dancing. Energetic, at least, and more coordinated than the classic Valley spasm.