Had a construction job in Vancouver's West End one summer back in the 70's, which was, and still is the 'gay area' of town. Was walking onto the site whistling this tune every morning with a big grin on my face and nobody ever caught on until one morning I go walking by Portuguese Joe sitting in the cab of his truck drinking coffee and hear this sploosh noise and Joe's thermos goes whizzing past my ear. Well I turn around and he's got coffee all over him and he's kinda mad and cussing me out in Portuguese but laughing at the same time. Haha, that was a good one!