Papas Can Be Piggy, by Georgie Wood

Back when I was a sullen teenager who lived his life by smoking marijuana in the attic while playing sixties pop music over and over without respite I absorbed lots of chatte by my favorite recording artists. I’ll bet you  did too. I absorbed these little “bits” without apparent discernment. Case in point: Paul McCartney’s little throw away line on the album “Let It Be”one can hear him say as he prepares to sing the title song and as the tape is rolling” Papas can be Piggy, by Georgie Wood. And now I’d like to do “All the Angels Come.”  (Reader’s note: you can’t hear this on the link I’ve provided, you have to play the album.)

I’ve been carrying that little bit of brio ever since. I can hear Mr. McCartney’s falsetto and I’ve even upon occasion tossed off the line myself as though I’m having a minor…