»In which we are in the taco bizz

This one goes out to the trumpet player on the Lexington Ave. line, whose unexpectedly jazzy version of this song caught me unawares mid-day. I had a big-hole single of this song which split, perhaps from overplay, rendering it forever unplayable. I taped it to the front of the shoe-box which held all of my seven-inch singles. Consider the above video vs this one (warning: animated content).