This is an old memory. When I was a child, my Dad had a curious ritual. On Sunday mornings, he would get up early and make tea for all the slumbering family members. And then to ensure we were actually waking up, he'd put this 45 on the stereo and turn the volume up loudly to rouse us from our beds. We'd belly ache and complain (at the time) but when I heard this song on a satelite classic 70s radio station today, I got a little misty. I really miss my Dad.
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