Many many years ago, in the wind burnt garden of The Wreckers in Sennen, we were serenaded by a visiting bike club from up Exeter Way with Robin Head. In return, we regaled them with The Hippies and the Hairies (which happens to have a 'Wind reference)
I've no explanation to offer as to why two disparate groups of bikers from the west country would know Fred Wedlock's songs pretty much off to pat.
I vaguely remember us all howling The Teddy Bear's Rave Up after that but, as with many such nights and compounded by the passage of nearly thirty years, I can't be certain about that.
Now I give up... I came on-line to write to a friend here, touched a couple of threads, composed the above and became sidetracked by trying to link Fred's song about Cheddar, net curtains and boring farts to a song title... (anyone?)