Posted on 12/24/2001 1:52:46 AM PST by Neets
Edited on 05/26/2004 5:03:00 PM PDT by Jim Robinson. [history]
Ever wonder why some songs - no matter how good or how bad - get stuck inside your head and won
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anything BOB DYLAN!
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Looks can be deceiving. That is an old photo of Kitten, who is now in her fifties and still gorgeous...but she has recently had a double mastectomy.
did you have to do that?
Oh great! Now I've got that stupid Police tune bouncing around in my head!
De-do-do-do De-da-da-da
That's all I want to say to you....
Hold on just a moment. "My Sharona" was not about a pedophile.
As the story goes, bandleader Doug Fieger and the band met a guy who brought along with his girlfriend, Sharona, and Fieger became smitten with her. Days later, he brought "My Sharona" to his shocked bandmates, who knew that she had a boyfriend, but the Knack performed the song at the next gig (to which Fieger invited her) and Doug and Sharona became an item. I don't know whether the top-heavy tank-top tart on the 45 jacket was actually her, but if she was even close, you know why he was so inspired.
As for the song, it was written -- as Fieger will tell you ad nauseum -- from the perspective of a horny teenager, just like the rest of the stuff on the Get The Knack LP.
Sharona and Fieger got together, but didn't stay together. However, she has done all right -- and how. While Fieger can be proud of one of the most distinctive singles of the seventies (and kicking off the eighties), Sharona went on to be a superstar in real estate. She is still working her magic in Beverly Hills for showbiz heavies, many of whom have probably never heard of The Knack.
Ridin the bus down the bouleverd
And the place is really packed!
Could'nt find a seat, so I had to stand
With all the perverts in the back!
The place smelled like a locker room
There was junk all over the floor!
We're all packed in here like sardines
And we're stoppin' to pick up more! Lookout!
Another one rides the bus!
Another one rides the bus!
And another gets on
And another gets on
Another on rides the bus!
HEY! I'm gonna sit by you!
Another one rides the bus!
There's a suitcas pokin' me in the ribs
There's an elbow in my ear!
SMelly old bum standin' next to me
He hasn't showered in a year!
I think I'm missin' a contact lense!
I think my wallet's gone!
I think this bus is stoppin' again
And they're lettin' a couple more freaks get on! Lookout!
Another one rides the bus!
Another one rides the bus!
And another gets on
And another gets on
Another on rides the bus!
HEY! I'm gonna sit by you!
Another one rides the bus!
Another one rides the bus!
Another on rides the bus! Owww!
Another one rides the Bus! Hey, hey!
Another one rides the bus!
Ay-ayay-ayay.....!
The wondow doesn't open and the fan is broke
And my face is turnin' blue!
I haven't been in a crowd like this
Since I went to see The Who!
I shoulda got off a couple of hours ago
But I couldn't get to the door!
We're all packed in so we can barely breathe
And they're stoppin' to pick up more!
In the eighties, there was 777-9311, which was the number that Morris Day of the Time got from a sweet thang in the song of the same name. A woman who had 362-4368 actually filed a suit against AC/DC for giving her number out on "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap."
"Another One" is one of my fave Weird Al tunes. Off The Deep End is my fave all-time comedy album, with "Smells Like Nirvana," "I Can't Watch This," "Trigger Happy" (which even a 1st Amendment defender could laugh at), the punk love ballad "I Was Only Kidding," and the ROTFL "When I Was Your Age" ("Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below/ We had to walk butt naked through forty miles of snow...")
Even stupider than the song was the pre-MTV video, which was shot on some ski slopes with the Police trio horsing around. Apparently, Sting had a runny nose, and kept on wiping it quickly while lip-synching. It's hilariously unprofessional in a way that no one will ever be able to get away with anymore.
Well, you know what they say . . . "It just goes on and on, my friends."
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it, you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Let me tell you sonny... let me tell you straight
You kids today ain't never had it tough
Always had everything handed to you on a silver plate
You lazy brats think nothing's good enough
Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below
We had to walk buck naked through forty miles of snow
Worked in the coal mines twenty two hours a day for just half a cent
Had to sell me internal organs just to pay the rent
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age
Let me tell you something, you whiny little snot
There's something wrong with all you kids today
You just don't appreciate all the things you've got
We were hungry, broken and miserable and we liked it fine that way
There were seventy three of us living in a cardboard box
All I got for Christmas was a lousy bag of rocks
Every night for dinner, we had a big 'ol chunk of dirt
If we were really good, we didn't get dessert
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age
Didn't have no telephone, didn't have no FAX machine
All we had was a couple cans and a crummy piece of string
Didn't have no swimming pool when I was just a lad
Our neighbor's septic tank was the closest thing we had
Didn't have no dental floss, had to use old rusty nails
Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured salt on snails
Didn't have no water bed, had to sleep on broken glass
Didn't have no lawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass
What's the matter now, sonny, you say you don't believe this junk?
You think my story's wearin' kinda thin?
I tell you one thing, I never was such a disrespectful punk
Back in my time, we had a thing called discipline
Dad would whoop us every night till a quarter after twelve
Then he'd get too tired and he'd make us whoop ourselves
Then he'd chop me into pieces and play frisbee with my brain
And let me tell ya, Junior, you never heard me complain
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age
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