“A simple rule dictates my buying: Be fearful when others are greedy, and be greedy when others are fearful.”—Warren Buffett, who so often delights me by confirming a hunch that a) this stuff is not as complicated as it looks, and b) you’ll never really get ahead in life by following what everyone else is already doing.
I’m obsessed with calculating the equivalent years-difference between experiences people have had in different eras or generations (for example, my Mom's “Time After Time" is my “Piña Colada Song”). Always have been. If pop culture has had the effect on you that it has on me, you probably do this, too.
The song’s primary theme is generational differences. Most troublingly to the narrator, his companion is too young to “remember the Queen of Soul”, Aretha Franklin.
So there you go. I added a few hasty guesses on likely contemporaneous music (and added Tinysong links for each). I may work on it more later, but I think this gives you the gist: one gal’s “Glow Worm” is another gal’s “Pop that Pussy.”