By The Troggs
“Wild thing, you make my heart sing ,You make everything groovy wild thing, Wild thing, I think I love you But I wanna know for sure Come on and hold me tight I love you
Wild thing, you make my heart sing You make everything groovy, wild thing Wild thing, I think you move me But I wanna know for sure Come on and hold me tight You move me
Wild thing, you make my heart sing You make everything groovy, wild thing Wild thing, you make my heart sing You make everything groovy, wild thing Wild thing, you make my heart sing You make everything groovy, wild thing”
Until the day my best friend, Karen, from high school died of cancer, she said, “Every time I hear the song Wild Thing I think of you.”
Those of you who know me now, would say, “Ok, she IS a little Whacky… but WILD?????”
Even in my high school days it would have been difficult to find someone more shy and quiet than me. I’m the one who sat quietly in the front row with my hands folded properly on my desk. I hid in front so the teacher overlooked me… so how did I end up WILD? Easy, I LOVE TO DANCE… always has and always will! Since I took a modern dance class we performed in front of the school. Realize in those days when we went to school, the girls were required to wear skirts down to the middle of our knees. But in this dance performance, I was a Go-Go girl doing the “Jerk” in a mini-skirt. My teachers were so shocked by my dancing movements… as I was busy ‘shaking it up’ that all my teachers nearly fell out of their chairs. They could NOT believe what they saw as I definitely was out of my shell up there on the stage in front of the entire school. Does THIS give you a hint?
Now, three of my high school buddies loved to dance too. The problem was that you had to be 18 to go to the dance clubs and we were almost 17. A friend figured out how to doctor the driver’s permits of ‘those’ days to make us appear to be 18, so off to the Hullabaloo Club on Hollywood Blvd. and Gower we went. Amazingly the guy at the box office rarely looked twice at us. Funny he never questioned that NONE of us had a driver’s license… supposedly. We all had drivers’ licenses with our correct age on them, but they stayed hidden in our purses at the club. How did we all drive to Hollywood with only a permit, as it is an hour’s drive from the beach? I won’t tell if you won’t.
But once inside, the music blared. Instantaneously, the “wild thing” in each of us popped out, especially since that was the song of the time. Modern dance at school gave me the opportunity to climb out of my shell, so I flapped my wings and took off to BOOGIE! There was a group of Navy guys that invariably just “happened” to be at the club when we went. I out danced all of them… thus my name “wild thing.” I didn’t sit down to rest the entire evening as I was busy doing the Jerk, The Twist, the Fly, the Monkey, the Swim, the Mashed Potato, and the Funky Chicken. When the club played “Wild Thing” the guys in our group would sing it to me.
Years later I found a big stuffed gorilla that sings to me “Wild Thing.”. My granddaughters and I dance to it now.