Every once in a while I have an ear worm and I'm shocked to find after a half a century of not thinking about a song I can remember every word and every lick. One of the reasons I'm so hostile to pop music. This one actually doesn't bother me because it was unusual for a mid-60s pop song, the lyrics were clever and the vocal harmonies weren't bad, for a change. When Windy comes to mind, it's another story.
Someone once told me that the one with glasses, Russ Giguere I believe, kind of looked like I did at the time, only I was skinnier than that and my hair wasn't that long yet.
Don't count on this happening often.
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