Funny story that has almost nothing to do with this song. I wrote this circa 1986 in my motel room in Myrtle Beach, SC., going down there to sell “Beach Nut” souvenirs (made from walnuts) that my brother John, sister Sue, and myself made. My first order was for 1500 units! I was fairly jacked up!

 Anyway, when I got home, I started receiving phone calls from the stores and distributors who purchased them (from Atlantic City to Ft. Lauderdale) telling me they were sprouting moths in the store…hundreds of them!!! They said it looked like a scene out of a horror movie. Turns out the walnuts had an infestation of tiny bugs inside them that when matured, caused them to bust through the holes we drilled for the pipe cleaner “arms” somehow. I tried to assuage the retailers and distribs with promises I’d fix the problem but the door was closed for our precious “Beach Nut” souvenirs!

I’ve been nuts ever since.

Year: 1986