And I *swear* I have the Chet Atkins version and *not* the Benny Hill Show running around in there. Nope. No nurses or stewardesses or nothing...just sideburns and blue leisure suits.
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?