Iggy Pop, that is. And this is what happens when I spend all afternoon with my bestest bud, in the kitchen, assembling Christmas gifts... a batch of coconut gumdrops, a batch of lemon gumdrops, and a lovely, lovely batch of salted whisky caramels, with a tiny, tiny touch of an SNL-Dan-Aykroyd-Julia-Child impression. Somebody gets to singing this, repeatedly. And the someone singing is not the musician in the room...
I suppose it's better than something by the Archies. So, now, which one is going to stick with you, all day?
Ain't I just the sweetest? You're very welcome.
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