David Lee Roth
This is the song my dad would play a lot (the only song on the 1984 album, by the way) when I was about 8. There was also a lot of Mick Jagger, Jeff Beck, too, accompanied by Bagel Chips and Orangina, and my little brother's giddy toddler dancing, restricted only by a seat belt or his ability not to topple under the weight of a mass of golden cupid curls.
Now when I listen to it, I dream of lying by a pool in sweltering heat, wine cooler in one of those foam beer can holders, a neon green nylon string bikini, and frizzed-out peroxide waist-length hair... or Mexican food. Several factors bar me from realizing the first dream right now, but the second... the second I think I can work out.
Now when I listen to it, I dream of lying by a pool in sweltering heat, wine cooler in one of those foam beer can holders, a neon green nylon string bikini, and frizzed-out peroxide waist-length hair... or Mexican food. Several factors bar me from realizing the first dream right now, but the second... the second I think I can work out.
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