The best thing about post-war through to a third of the way through the 60s was the supposed innocence, the atmosphere of fun, the infectious riffs and rhythms, the places we hung out etc. Looking back [cough], it wasn’t all that innocent [at least in the minds of us boys].
One thing we loved was singing the nonsense lyrics, which each below has.
“Picked her up on a Friday night …” How, if her father drove her there and was picking her up later?
Sorry, dear reader, flatly refuse to run the Cher version and am seriously torn between two versions:
Just can’t decide. And to take us out: