Back in the day, groups like the Del Vikings, The Impalas, and a whole shitload of Motown groups sang what I called “I will do anything to get next to your sweet little hoochie” music.
Baby boomers were going through puberty and this brought on a whole bunch of- like the words to “Come Go with Me”- 'going together'. This was the only way that you were gonna get anything. In those days, going steady meant like being married.
I was jealous of some of them dudes. I knew they was tastin' the fruit. Was jealous, that is, until Friday night when I could go cruzin', make all the parties, drink with my friends, go to football games, drag race out on numbah 11.
Once in awhile you could get lucky and pick up a stray and do just about anything you wanted! These guys going steady mighta been gettin' a little, but they paid for it. What that little sweetie wanted to do, or where she wanted to go, they did and went.
Mostly they cruised, both behind the steering wheel. She wore his class ring on a chain around her neck. He had a ring in his nose if you looked real close.
Anywhoo, most got married after she got knocked up. Married guys were not supposed to be drafted. That was changed. Usually they ended up in Vietnam at about 20 years old. Us old salts who had been there awhile would bet on when he would get that “Dear John” letter. But, anywhoo, young girls LOVED this type of music.
They fell for the I will do anything to get some, I promise. Oh please... I la la like you, I will be true! I got a rubber! We were good liars.
”I ran all the way home”
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