"Every lovesick summer has its song,
And this one I pretended to despise.
But if I were alone when it came on,
I turned it up full-blast to sing along--
A primal scream in croaky baritone,
The notes all flat, the lyrics mostly slurred--
No wonder I spent so much time along
Making the rounds in Dad's old Thunderbird."
--From "Cruising with the Beach Boys" by Dana Gioia
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