Tonight, I talked to one of my oldest friends. Beginning in kindergarten in 1959, through high school graduation in 1972, Paul and I shared teachers, classrooms, and friends. At one time, I had a huge crush on him. :-)
As we chatted on the phone, we got to laughing about his reputation in school for bursting into song at inopportune times. An incredible mimic and comic, as well as an outstanding athlete [in high school, he lettered Varsity in four sports], he hummed and sang the lyrics from popular songs.
We talked about our 7th grade teacher Mr. McLemore for a few minutes, and Paul remembered singing, when Mr. McLemore tried to discipline us, Buffalo Springfield's hit of 1967.
Neither of us could remember the name of the song, but we laughed as we remembered the lyrics.
We were thirteen years old.
I wonder what we "made" of this song?
My guess? Not what it intended.
BTW: His mother will be 90 this Saturday. He and his three brothers take turns caring for her.