Listened to the Kingsmen singing Louie Louie on the radio, tried to figure out the dirty words.

March 17, 1964, Hot day. Think we’ll make up Saturday. Saffron Club Night. (St. Patrick’s Day)

Today was the most bitchen day of the year. It was 85 degrees. We’re going to ditch school maybe Thursday or Friday and go to the beach if it keeps up this way. After school today, I wanted to go to Toes, but we all planned to meet at the Wall in Santa Monica. When we arrived, Marilyn and I were the only girls there, everyone else went to Toes, like I thought. So we drove down there listening to the Kingsmen sing Louie Louie on the radio, trying to figure out the dirty words…. Got to Toes, but Howard or Dave weren’t there. Pam Hermanso wrote me a note, she didn’t tell Howard I hated him. He told her he was mad and didn’t talk to me because I didn’t talk to him. I think we’ll make up Saturday. Ordered about $15.00 worth of Saffron Club pictures. Got to give one to Howard. They are so Bitchen!!

saffrons rule the wall

                                         The WALL at Santa Monica Beach, 1964.

The True Lyrics to Louie Louie

We would play the record slow motion on the record player, trying to figure out what they were saying.  We thought it said, I banged her all night long and soon a baby will come along,  Boy did we have dirty minds, here are the real words.

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