This song is about as silly as my record collection. You have to like Joey Negro, right? Anyway, the whole thing has a rather pleasant 1991 kind of feeling to it. Maybe it's the flute. Or those chords. Or the slightly bitonal quality. Whatever. What the dude is saying is a pretty accurate description of how it's gone for me. My mum just sent over a few hundred that were languishing in storage somewhere in London!