How you know it's spring.

My father would play this for me on eve of the vernal equinox each year - thus making explicit the line between winter and spring. 'cause you know them's palm trees wasn't exactly springing forth with the bounty of the new year.



And I'm still drivin around town singin' it. But all you rodents 'der now look alike. So watch it or I may flip ya.

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(when did I turn from a slumming Etonite into brer Rabbit in my colloquialisms? will i be graded down for impertinence bordering on racism, or can I blame it on a semester of Faulkner? By the way, the APA Style Manual Hates Faulkner. There should be a chapter entitled that exactly.)

Anyway, what I was trying to say is that this man embodies my childhood much like Barney and the Muggles (?? WTF) have probably infected your offspring. Or infected your offspring 8 years ago and I'm unwilling to keep up.

At any rate, unless it's clear, I posted this for you, Dad. Enjoy. Am I old enough yet to listen to The Masochism Tango?