Wail, I’ll tell ya the truth. I couldn’t make heads nor tails a the lyrics ta this here pella. So I sorta rewrote the dang thang. Now the little gal that’s sangin it is a fraidy cat, I guess. Cause she’s scared a everthang. Why, I couldn’t say. Or could I? Anywhoo, I tried ta make it all creamy dreamy like it was in 1967. And besides you know we still cain’t put ol Phil Spector in the hoosegow fer killin that gal no matter how many times we try him. Ain’t we one crazy nation? Go ahead. Turn it up. Blow yor speakers. It’s party time and I’m feelin fiesty. Woof!

ps: Wail, I finally had time this Memorial Day Weekend ta remix this thang as it was painin me ta hear the over-hyped, zitzy thang I first put up. Anywhoo, glad you’ve been enjoyin it and hope now I can too :-)