My sisters use to sneak up behind me when I was a kid, and rub their hands in my hair all the while crooning "brylcream boy". I guess brylcream dates us.
Brylcream, a little dab will do ya, brylcream, you look so debonair! Brylcream, the gals will all persue ya, they'll love to get their fingers in your hair!
You betch your sweet anchovie I remember it!
Ahhhh, the good ole days!