I’d been singing “Tutti Frutti” for years, but it never struck me as a song you’d record. Little Richard recorded bowdlerized lyrics for his 1955 hit single, and the popularity of the throwaway tune, whose main appeal seemed to reside in the original version’s goofy lyrics about lust and lube, took its author by surprise:
Never forget that “Tutti Frutti”-the song grandma danced to, the song you sang at the church picnic, the song that lent its name to a popular chain of frozen yogurt stands-began as a bawdy celebration of butt sex.
