A little crypto-fetishism from The Searchers, "Needles and Pins." Git down on your knees and pray-ee-ay. Those needles and pinza.
Every morning — or just about — I wake up with some snatchlet of music in my head. Some days it may take well past lunch for the theme from "What's Happenin'?'" to work its way out and I figure why should I suffer alone?