Into Cherry Blossom Clinic, that is. Glib songs of mental institutions were an interesting sub-genre in the mid sixties. Perhaps the strangest was this novelty hit. The B-side of it was the same song backwards. Yes, I owned a copy, as did many of my fellow devotees of MAD and CRACKED. I was in 4th grade, OK?
A darker take on such facilities came from Porter Wagoner. But even it sounded funny to anyone under thirty at the time, and to pretty much everybody now.
No insitutions in these, but I have to add these two faves. I’m wondering if our resident Pacific Northwesterner knew anyone lucky enough to have seen the Sonics in their glorious prime.