Ah, mercy, mercy me,
Ah, things ain’t what they used to be, no, no, no.
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east.

I got back into listening to Marvin Gaye after watching an episode of “American Masters” on PBS of which he was the focus.
“His father was a cross-dressing preacher,” I mentioned to a friend.
    “Screw Marvin,” she replied. “I wanna see the episode about his daddy.”