I just love my readers, especially those that obsess about songs and then obsess about finding the song when you can’t remember anything except a couple of lyrics. Paul, that means you. I felt quite silly not knowing who Paul was asking about in the mail he sent me, but that feeling of music-know-it-all supremo comes and flows or goes. Speaking of flow, before I digress, the song Paul eventually found is this:
Get it while it’s hot
and JC Penney don’t slap my file hosts with a stick. And before you hear it all over the airwaves inducing that can-someone-cut-my-head-off syndrome.