When I was a kid, I thought Dion DiMucci was the coolest guy on the planet.
I had a 66 Volkswagon Beetle but I do have a greaser story.
A girl I knew had just split from her sociopathic greaser husband and had stolen his Pontiac Bonneville to pick me up one night. We were parked out in the sticks and making out in the back seat when her husband starting knocking on the window ( he had tailed us ). I thought he was there to knife me but he just wanted to get some pot from us.
Anyway, loved Dion because he was Italian.
Not so much a 'blast it'..just a wonderful voice and wonderful lyrics.