Thanks to this motherfucker I spent half my childhood on high alert waiting to be kidnapped. On the other hand, I never got kidnapped. Thank you for your service.
Throw up a hand if you remember getting your high school textbooks and immediately checking to see who had each one the year before you. When it was a popular person, that was always a good omen. Instant karma boost.
Growing up in Texas during the early 90s you couldn’t escape this song. It was omnipresent, played at our family bbq, quincenerras, and school dances. It’s now a carne asada staple and unofficial anthem for the San Antonio Spurs.