Watching music videos doesn’t heavily mortgage my free-time. If you’ve seen one clip of Jay-Z gargling Cristal in a room full of gyrating porno actresses, you’ve seen every clip of Vince Neil gargling Jack Daniels in a room full of gyrating porno actresses. Or something like that.

However, I recently came across a 2002 video by the scarcely-known Aussie songwriter named Alex Lloyd that just kills me in its subtle perfection.

First of all, the song, called "Green," is without question one of the most gorgeously hooky, superbly structured and wonderfully arranged pop songs I’ve heard in a long time. Three distinctly great sections and melodies — and I’ve no idea why it took me the better part of a decade to come across this.

How good is the song? Well, anyone nominated for a Best Song Grammy since 2002 should send Lloyd an apology that they were so honored and he wasn’t. They don’t deserve it — not when "Green" was floating around out there and few of us in America knew it.

Anyhoo, the video: imagine you’ve enrolled in some half-ass, adult-ed/community college night class in songwriting. There are about eight students — each one representing a comically perfect stereotype of the sorta folks who would take such a class.

It’s the last session of the semester and the instructor — the absolute cornbag you’d expect would teach such a thing — says that, to complete the course, each student must get up and perform his or her song for the class: Who’s gonna go first?

There’s the embarrassed silence, focusing on one co-ed not making any eye contact — and then, over her shoulder, a guy casually says, "Yeah, I will."

It's handsomely nondescript Alex Lloyd, playing just another pupil, probably a guy who hasn’t said a word the whole semester, and he goes to the front of the room and sleepily delivers "Green." Hearing the song develop and watching the reactions from the professor and students as Lloyd lays down this insanely superior tune is just hysterically classic.

As someone who spent years trying to write songs — mostly not very successfully — I could absolutely imagine being in that classroom as this all went down. No way in hell anyone could follow it. Elvis stinkin’ Costello couldn’t follow it. The dawning horror as you realize you'd still have to get up and play your song after something like "Green" would make you jump out the window or hide under your desk or something.

Let me know what you think of the song and the video — here you go — and keep watching for the snide kid in the back who accidentally catches himself grooving out to the performance.