Years ago, my dad used to play this Roger Miller album. I wasn't a fan at the time, but have come to appreciate him.
Every once in a while, a line or a snippet of melody from one of those songs (King of the Road, In the Summertime, Dang Me) will come to me. Today as Spike stopped to sniff something in the middle of Maple Street, I started singing, "You can't stand around in the middle of the street, can't stand around in the middle of the street" to the tune of You Can't Roller Skate in a Buffalo Herd.
Sometimes I crack myself up.
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