Ted Nugent. The Nuge. Motor City Madman. The Great Gonzo. What a trip this guy is! First off, he’s as strong an antidrug spokesperson as you could possibly be and I have the utmost respect for that fact alone. Then, you’ve got his extremely polarizing political views which some I agree with, some not so much. Fist and foremost though, he is a guitar slingin’ ass shakin’ fool who seriously enjoys playing rock and roll whether it be the occasional psychadelic rock in the late 60s and early seventies with the Amboy Dukes or damn near butt-rock with Jack Blades and Tommy Shaw in Damn Yankees in the early nineties. But let’s face it, he’s at his best when he’s just plain ol’ Ted. This song with its not so subtle innuendo and over the top machismo and bravado needs no introduction or explanation. Cat Scratch Fever. Is there really anything else to say?