I recently found myself strangely touched by this late '70s single, which has the distinction of being the only song in the US to reach number one in 2 decades. I had never really listened to the lyrics before, which are more troubled than the breezy tune suggests.
It's an almost unbearably poignant tale, opening with a domestic scene of bored lovers, unfolding into a couple of adulterous verses as our narrator organises a rendez-vous via the personal columns, and finishes with a killer twist - he's cheating on his wife with... his wife! Years of miscommunication and resentment are swept away as each realises how great the other really is, and their passion is rekindled. If only they'd talked about tacky cocktails and midnight romps a little earlier.
The song gave me a strange sort of renewal of faith - low culture does get me high sometimes. If only every soft rock classic had this sort of emotional punch.
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bermuda, bahama, come on baby mama!
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