As a little boy, when I wasn’t pretending to be a miniskirted, unsentimental whore, I could be found on the playground, singing Ann-Margret’s “My Rival” from Viva Las Vegas. Not only did I know all the lyrics (though “Charley’s Aunt” meant nothing to me), but I would utilize the staircase to the slide for interesting levels and then descend the stairs kicking and belting.
I didn’t have a lot of guy friends.
Now, for your viewing pleasure, watch the real deal and picture an 8-year-old in elastic waistband shorts and socks pulled up to his knees acting the shit out of this song! (My favorite sandwich remains toasted ketchup and mustard!)