On Labor Day weekend, a pop lyricist named Charles Grean (The Thing, Sweet Violets) was placidly cruising Long Island Sound in his 26-ft. skiff when he was struck by an inspiration. "With this hoop craze," he thought, "there's bound to be a song. Somebody ought to move fast!" Grean raced ashore and started to move. Next day he took his already completed lyrics around to his pal, Composer Bob Davie, and within an hour the two of them had batted out "a simple little teenage song with a good rock 'n' roll melody," named it Hoopa Hoola.
That was Monday. Tuesday morning...
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