By First Grade I knew all the words.
How I would have loved being in the backup chorus of this take, with those delicious 1940s harmonies… Swingin’ on a star…
This song came to me out of the blue as I was standing here ironing some cotton shirts. I know, but I love to iron, especially with the windows wide open, on this brilliantly sunny morning.
I remember singing it with Nana. And in the backseat of our big Chevrolet: Dad was driving, with a pipe in his mouth, of course. He actually looked a bit like old Bing.
Paul Reinhart in the sixties