Back when I was a teenager cruising for burgers at 3 AM we used to pick up WWVA from 600 miles away and chortle at the antics of a DJ calling himself "The Coffee Drinking Night Owl"; his gimmick was unscrewing a jar of Nescafe next to the mike and stirring up a cup of instant coffee. Back then there were some pretrty undescribably thick songs in the country circuit, and I have never forgotten the one called "Window Shopping", which went:
Yore jes' winder shoppin', jes' winder shoppin'
Fer anyone who's fool enough to fall.
You don't want real love
You never feel love
Yore jes' winder shoppin', is all !