The party may have been fun, but it's what happened the next morning that has people talking.

After a Halloween party, someone (we don't know if it's man or woman) woke up to find his/her roommate mopping the floor...in his underwear...while singing along to the Sheena Easton classic 'Morning Train.'

Yes, the roommate is giving it his Broadway all, but, c'mon, Sheena Easton? Couldn't you at least get some ABBA going? And how did you not use the Swiffer handle as a microphone stand? And how does the roommate who recorded this possibly look at this guy with any amount of respect ever again?