Yeah, it gets stuck in your head. Sometimes, when my brain is on idle (waiting in an elevator, waiting on hold, during Sunday Mass, while driving my child and her friends to school) I will suddenly croon “I got hit…in the reeeeearr, I hope nobody hits me in the rear…again.” It is getting embarrassing.
When he would appear on talk shows back in the 70s, he always did those exagerated movements while playing piano. And during interviews he always seemed quite full of himself.
He looks like Lurch, these days.
I don’t remember them being part of her schtick. They would hide aging hands, though…