The name of this song is King Kong. It’s the story of a very large gorilla who lived in the jungle. And he was doing okay until some Americans came by and thought that they would take him home with them. They took him to the United States, and they made some money by using the Gorilla, then they killed him.
Leave it to Frank to summarize that story in a sardonic, cynical, funny and sad way.
In 1967 I did not exist.
I have a lot of blogging in me today, I think. It’s a windy and interesting day.