Thank God, I was TOO old to have heard that song any more than I had to, not to speak of that other godawful thing that Ish mentioned (the polka-dotted one). When I was a teen-ager, and juke boxes were literally everywhere you went, I was constantly being tormented by stuff like "Mairzy Doats." That last-mentioned abomination still haunts me; every so often the lyrics and that vapid melody they are set to start running through my head, and it is like being subjected to Chinese drip-torture.
I don't blame your parents for turning those "songs" (ugh! ugh! puke! puke!) off! How could they have done otherwise? <g>
Joan
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P.S. And -- to test your real ages -- did any one of you ever encounter an aural monstrosity titled "Cement Mixer, Putty, Putty"? That, I'll have you know, was supposed to be dance music. Well, in those days we actually danced like cement mixers -- heavy, slow, clumsy, and definitely BOR-ing. |
