"These Boots Are Made for Walkin,'" Nancy Sinatra
From the get-go--flaccid guitar descending into droop--you know somebody's about to get kicked to the curb, and with more than a pinch of bullet bra-brandishing glee. During my shining moment performing a dance to this in college, I was so excited I grabbed the grapefruits stuffed into my 48quadrupleD brazeer (over a floral housedress, natch) and threw them at the audience a gloriously full count ahead of "Ha!"
I missed my cue, but the joke's not on me here--or any betty who has the balls to shimmy her way out.
Thank you to my friend Petra for getting my copy of Nancy's book extra-specially autographed : )
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