This week’s magical mystery tour is all about Woodstock 69. Woodstock was for wusses and pussies and tie-dyed toe suckers. Real men, like yours truly, went to Altamont. (More about that at a future date.) In this outtake from the Woodstock mudpie we see that most mysterious of 60s stars, Joe (Who the hell let him sing?) Cocker exhibiting his trademark seizures and gibberish for the assembled faithful. It helpfully supplies a full translation. Do try to keep up.
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