He wrote this at the exact same time I was working at the Beachcomber Motel about a quarter mile away. I could tell you stories about the Thunderbird, it was Mafia own/controlled, used to be a club right across the street called Thee Image (that's worth Googling - a who's who from the '60s played there) and when Joe Cocker was playing there, he was putting the moves on a Wise Guy's goomar and got knocked the fuck out by the ice machine. That came directly from the bellhop who witnessed it and told me about it the next day.
Damn Big, you're hitting it. You and the Swede must be settled in at your destination and you've got some time now.
My kids still talk about _jumping_ up and down on the bed, singing this tune when they were kids. Between this and Informer, they heard "...turn that damn shit down" more than you can imagine.