I can’t really make any excuses for this one. I had a crush on Davy Jones when I was fourteen. It dissipated pretty quickly after that, but I kept liking The Monkees all the way through high school.
I wonder if this has anything to do with why I prefer Richard Hammond to James May or Jeremy Clarkson? Nah, probably not. They’re all goofballs. (And actually, James May seems like the most sensible one of them, though I admit that bar is pretty close to the floor.)
Anyway, this song was stuck in my head this morning while I was getting ready for work. No idea why. Now it is yours.