A few years ago I heard a funny story on NPR about some recordings of a popular singing act from the 1920s or so. Their songs were generally bawdy, and one was sort of in the form of an advertising jingle for "Poontang" as if it were some sort of product that could be bought in a store. According to the broadcast the singing duo had cans printed up like comemrcial products bearing a label along the lines of "Grade A, old-fashioned POON TANG." They would give these and other novelty items away to audience members at their performances. They played a sample of the song, and I had to admit it was very funny.
I remember, from my Navy days in Norfolk, Va., in the late '60s, a radio commercial for a mixed fruit juice. It involved a sexy female voice dulceting, "Have you had your Prune-TangŪ today? It makes you feel so-o-o good."
Or either maybe they did send me to Viet Nam and experiment on me with strange drugs and all my Navy memories are but drug-induced.
And then there was "poon tang nanny", an obscure but talented rhythm and blues virtuoso who toured the south back during the sixties.
Like his hero "Little Richard" he would sometimes abruptly stop singing and playing the piano in the middle of a song and shout out..."I want some 'poon tang'!"