Yes, Jitterbuggers, we know how you feel on a Friday afternoon when you’z had all de boss you can stanz and like Popeye, you can’t stanz no more!
that’s why we’re always here to bring you relief, you poor working slug.
We work a 4-night work week you know, and can’t relate actually, since we’re off on Thursday-Friday and Saturday every week and boy, do we like it.
But we love you slugs who plow away in the offices by bringing you the great Todd Rungdren, whose name is so hard to spell, no wonder he never quite made real rock stardom.
Todd is one of the greats nonetheless.
And this is about the most fun little dittie he ever conceived in that fertile musical mind of his.
Enjoy, one more time, as he bangs on de drums like dey was de boss’s head or sumpin’.
{For that ol’ ink-stained Houston Chronicle scribe Cathy Gordan and her man Mr. Scott, they who once scored time backstage with the great Todd making Jitterbugger icky green with envy. You guys are some kind of Todd R. serious, aren’t you? Very cool.}
