Trumping The Kingsmen‘s FBI-monitiered garage-rock swagger a year earlier, a working-class British crew called The Troggs just learning to play their instruments took Chip Taylor‘s girl-across-the-room chug-a-lug eye-winker, “Wild Thing,” and did things to it punk rock is still bowing to.

Released unto the world on this day in 1966 via Atco Records, the velocity of the jab of the song’s infamous three-chord progression, paired with a tambourine smash fit for the rhythmic prowess of a two-year-old not yet aware of the strength of his muscles, were too perfect an approach to accompany a tale of primal attraction. By the time the late Reg Presley gets to howling the attention of that maneater ‘wild thing’, it’s over — rock ‘n’ roll found a new, grittier recipe for lust:

Wild thing
I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on and hold me tight
I love you