And it’s also why the saggy pants style is never going to go away. Unlike past fads and trends that made their way into adult fashion, this one will never make that jump, and adults will always find it revolting. This guarantees it will never lose its power to shock and repel.
To me, Jungle Love brings up thoughts of Johhny Weissmuller.
I’m not yet forty, have one CD each of Steve Miller and Morris Day & The Time, recalled the Miller song first, and wrongly recalled that “Jungle Love” is on the Day/Time ( 
) EP What Time Is It? and thus in my collection (but it isn’t, so it isn’t), so I guess that makes me prematurely senile twice over.
What Time Is It? Apparently, it’s time for me to start taking Centrum Silver.
I’ll be 44 in May and I immediately thought of the Steve Miller song. I guess I’m old. In fact, thanks to you sauron, I now have an ear worm.
Thanks ever so much… 
Ruminating on age with a friend a few days back, I decided to come up with a new improved scale, as we’ve argued for a couple of years now on “young” vs. “middle-aged” ( he took it hard when he turned 30, 2 years ago 
). Assuming some overlap and slop of a year or so in any direction, Tamerlane’s age chart:
0-2 = Baby
2-4 = Toddler
4-12 = Child
13-19 = Teenager
20-29 = Young Adult aka “young”
30-39 = Adult ( this is our old point of contention, I felt it was too old to call “young”, he felt it was too young to call “middle-aged” ).
40-55 = Middle-Aged Adult aka “middle-aged”
55-65 = Senior Adult aka “seniors”
65-75 = Old Adult aka “old”
75-85 = Old Coot - senile or otherwise
85-95 = Geriatric Fossil
95-105 = Ancient
105+ = Venerable Ancient
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Oops - looks like fellow doper sophisticate gardentraveler beat me to directing you to Bumwine.com !
i’m 51, staring 52 in the face in june, and i could only recall steve miller’s version. but i remember and like morris day and the time.
the ‘oh we oh we oh’ song is ::ulp!:: 25 years old? damn. kids, i’m not *getting * old. i AM old! next to none of today’s music even registers in my brain any more. 
::sigh::: is this what our parents felt when they were the ages we are now? and i grew up with glenn miller. i knew his music before that new group called the beatles appeared…
I’m ashamed to admit this, but a couple of weeks ago I went upstairs to tell my neighbor that he had to turn his music down.
I still feel bad about that.
In my defence it WAS 12:15a on a Wednesday morning; I was (am) getting over some major chemo; and I had to work in the morning. Most egregiously, however, his stereo seemed to refuse to carry a decent bass line - seriously, it sounded like they got 30 seconds into each song, got bored, and switched tracks just because they COULD.
I think what depresses me the most is that 20 years ago I’d have brought up a six pack and asked if I could join the party.
Music is strange that way. I know plenty of people that treat the Violent Femmes song “Blister in the Sun” as “new music” even though it’s over 25 years old now.
And now, due to stuff getting reused in soundtracks and commercials and the fact that people our age listen to music from all sorts of different years (a new phenomenom for sure), everything gets all mixed up even further.
Basically, I guess what this rambling post is trying to say is that the type of music a person listens to or recognizes no longer indicates their age.
That honor is now reserved for video games…
“You played the original Mortal Kombat in an arcade? You’re old! And what’s an arcade?”
Jay and Silent Bob did a brief version of the song in Jay and Silent Bob strike back. Not a good movie, but an amusing part nonetheless.
Some one had to mention Mad Dog, didn’t they? There was a night when a younger woman and I drank a few gallons of that stuff and smoked some really good weed; I’ve never been more messed up in my life. We were in Fort Myers, FL and I honestly thought I was in San Francisco—that’s God’s honest truth. I got totally lost about three blocks from my duplex and the young woman didn’t know where she was, who she was with, and didn’t care. I finally found the duplex where I was living and we passed out in the car because we weren’t capable of staggering to the door. It took days for me to get over that stuff and I still shudder at the memory. How I drove a car I don’t know; I should have been buried under the jail for having done so.
I feel old because I know what Champipple is.
I’m 50. I’ve heard of morris Day and the Time, but I couldn’t name even one of their songs, much less one called “Jungle Love.” Of course, I flashed back to Steve Miller.
Morris Day? Never heard of him.
45 - male.
Sorry Baby Boomers, but if you’re over 50, you are past middle age, statistically overwhelmingly so. Heck, 45 is really pushing it.
There’s enough of us Boomers that if we want to say middle-aged is 40-55 we will and you can’t stop us! Now, get off of our lawns!
I loved that scene in Animal House where Day was playing and Hoover yells out “Morris, my man!” and Morris just looks at him like “You dumb honky.”
Wow, I remember that like it was yesterday. Haven’t lost a thing here, no siree Bob.
Either I am being whooshed, or lieu has gone senile.
Animal House = Otis Day and the Knights
Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back = Morris Day and the Time
It’s cool, I already knew all about it. I had bought a rather large wine rack for my girlfriend a long time ago and got sad one day looking at it since we can’t keep enough wine in the house to fill it up. A quick trip to a sketchy looking liquor store later and after spending no more than $30 I had the whole thing filled up with a nice selection of fortified wines. I couldn’t find Ripple so I emailed Gallo wines who confirmed that they had 86’ed Ripple from their brands around 1996 or so.