Peepster

Also reading Tony Visconti's autobiography, which included this nicely WTF anecdote:

The natural reverb of the studio can be heard in the opening bars of "Jeepster"
with Marc banging his platform-show heels on the floor. The atmosphere
that day was electric, with two big hits under our belt [sic] and a tour in
America it made us all feel like heroes. Marc was inclined not to wear
underpants and during a very exuberant take of "Jeepster" he split the seam of
his pale green satin trousers, exposing his bare bottom. Unabashed, he
removed his trousers and Barbara, who conveniently had a sewing kit with her,
mended them as Marc leaned on the studio piano with his back to us, naked from
the waist down.

Oh, great, so now every time I hear "Jeepster" (once a week?), I will have to blot out visions of MB standing there with his elfin junk in the breeze while some woman whom you know looks just like Janice from the Muppets patiently weaves "pale green satin trousers."