Hey, it's always Saturday night somewhere, right? Wait, that's not right. Oh, well, it should be. Anyway, here are the Bay City Rollers with one of the defining songs of my youth. When I was eight, I thought Les McKeown was the stuff. And oh my gosh, the tartan and the knee socks and the perfect 70s hair! Ooh, and the Scottish brogues that I could barely decipher! And did I mention the hair? Yeah. Apropos of nothing, sometimes I really miss reading Tiger Beat every month. Oh, well. Enjoy.
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