I don’t know how I missed this one on the previous two years’ worth of countdowns. K-Tel Record in hand, hairbrush in the other, 13-year-old me popped that sucker on the turntable and played the grooves outta this record. And lip-sync’d every word like a Jr. Drag Supastar! Don’t tell me you don’t do the exact same thing any and every time you hear this song, ‘cause you know you do. And that’s what this song was meant for, to belt out as you sing along. Because no matter your situation, you KNOW you will survive. As will I. Thank you, Mother Gaynor.
From the historical writing archive. Original date: November 24, 2017. Recovered from local source material; editorial review is still in progress.