Curse you, T.G. Sheppard! Despite having consciously completely forgotten about this song, my seemingly limitless song-bank of lame lyrics quickly loosened my tongue and had me singing along.
As kid, I felt sophisticated dropping all the cultural references in the fairly unsophisticated rhyme scheme at play here; the song felt exotic and mature. The jittery production does nothing to protect Sheppard’s limitations as a vocalist.
I wonder if we will ever recapture, or even understand, the zeitgeist of Sheppard’s popularity.