Oh, I got spurrrs, that jingle-jangle-jingle
As I GOOOO riding merrily along.
And they SAAAAY, oh, ain't you glad you're single?
And that song ain't so very far from wrong.

Oh, LillyBELLE! Oh Lillybelle!
Oh, I may have done some foolin'
But that's why I never fell.

Oh, I got spurrrs, that jingle-jangle-jingle
As I GOOOO riding merrily along.
And they SAAAAY, oh, ain't you glad you're single?
And that song ain't so very far from wrong.

The radio station I listen to most offers a weird and interesting variety of golden oldies. Really oldies, not 70s or 80s trash.

This particular song has a fun little bouncy tune but the parking lot of my bank this afternoon was probably not the ideal time for me to decide that I felt like singing along at the top of my lungs.*

Although, in the end, the three police cars full of uniformed officers probably decided I was just randomly insane, not dangerously so. (They might have felt differently if they could hear me, but I had the windows rolled up.)

Still. If this man thinks his spurs are more fun than a woman...well, that's really all we need to know about him, isn't it?

(Yes, it's Gay Cowboy Theme Day!)

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* That's pretty much the only time I can sing. Either alone in my car, windows rolled up, or alone at home. The general public has requested that I refrain from attempting to carry a tune in front of potential victims.

I love to sing. I just suck at it. Really, really badly.