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Those crazy slap-sticky guys--The Banana Splits.
The song, as noted by Sassy.

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dive said…
Woohoo! Now you're talking!
Tha Banana Splits were AWESOME!
I've got a punk version of their theme tune done by the Dickies (on yellow vinyl of course).
Snorky was my favourite (as far as I can remember).
And what on earth was going on with those Sour Grapes girls?
2:54 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
Woohoo from me too!

I have a version by Liz Phair, before her sad decline.

Sigh. Those were the days.
3:02 PM
Scout said…
I always thought of The Banana Splits and overstuffed versions of The Monkees. They were both extremely manic and nonsensical.

I loved The Monkees! especially Mike Nesmith.
3:26 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
He's a jerk, I'm afraid. A friend of mine interviewed him.
3:56 PM
Scout said…
A jerk, eh? Well, that's OK. It was his screen persona I was drawn to anyway. And the knit cap.
4:14 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
The knit cap was cute.
6:11 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Nope sorry these guys drove me insane. Just the mention of them brings back the stupid song to my mind. I'm thinking of the right one, yes? Oh no please don't sing it.
6:36 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
There is something that the Monkees did that is worth seeing, "Head." They made this razor-sharp flick lampooning themselves. It's amazing. Really. I think Netflix has it.

But Nesmith is still an ass.
10:17 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
So we know sassy does not care for Mike Nesmith. He's an old fart now anyway.

The monkey remind me of getting my tonsils out. My sisters were playing there 45"s over and over and over when I came home from the hospital. So take the last train to clarksville baby!!
12:16 PM
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