True Love by X -- punk did not mean you had to suck.
Tattooed Love Boys by The Pretenders -- best female rock & roller ever?
True by Spandau Ballet -- no excuses, I just like it.
Black Cow by Steely Dan -- I like the last song, I love this one.
Lipstick Vogue by Elvis Costello and the Attractions -- I've seen Elvis live a couple of times at Ravinia and the Royal Albert Hall. What amazed me was that he sounded better live than in his recordings. Anyway, I wanted to put She in here, but couldn't find a good Youtube version of it. Just got back from an Alaska cruise to help my parents celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary, which actually happened in December, but nobody offers Alaska cruises in December except for those crazy-ass crab fisherman. But I digress. I sang karaoke three times on the cruise, performing what I was told were surprisingly acceptable versions of Hell by the Squirrel Nut Zippers and The City of New Orleans by Steve Goodman. Alas, night three I tried She, but something went dreadfully wrong. There was a different crew running the show that night. In retrospect, I think maybe they had the sound system on way too loud because I couldn't hear myself except to tell that I was terribly off key. I tried to stop twice but they wouldn't let me. The crowd was very nice afterwards and my wife came up and kissed me and told me it was wonderful, so perhaps it is the thought that counts.
DOWNDATE: I published this on Friday, but the Spleenville server is on east coast, hence the cognitive dissonance of the Friday Five appearing on Saturday. I humbly apologize for any inconvenience.
The Asylum Street Spankers are playing in St. Louis at Off Broadway on Friday and Saturday. I've seen them live in Austin, Chicago and St. Louis. Tough to describe, but worth every penny.
See you there.
Rolf Harris performing Stairway to Heaven. Nice board Rolf.
Jim Capaldi performing Love Hurts. I don't know what Joe and Marilyn have to do with this.
Robert Goulet mastering self parody. Come on baby, make it hurt so good.
Cameo doing Word Up. Not the song, the red codpiece. For fun, here's a good cover by Gun.
Ween performing Push th' Little Daisies. Stay away from the brown acid. Good old WHFS. Baltimore. Annapolis.
Gilbert O'Sullivan performing Clair. Everything in this video is so wrong in so many ways.
Jackson Browne doing Fountain of Sorrow. As if I needed it, this still depresses me.
Little Feat doing Fat Man In the Bathtub. Well that's happier. Except for the story in the song. And the fact the Lowell is high as a kite, which led to his early death.
Neil Young doing The Needle and the Damage Done. Well, is there a theme developing here?
The Grateful Dead doing Werewolves of London. Ah, good times. Great encore back in 1978.
Emerson, Lake and Palmer doing Karn Evil 9. I worked a show after they had sent the orchestra home because it had become too expensive. Carl Palmer fell backwards off the stage at the end of the show and broke a couple of ribs. After about twenty minutes they came back out and played an encore and then departed.
And, of course, The Boomtown Rats doing I Don't Like Mondays. 'Nuff said.
Here's a blast from the past:
The Tom Tom Club doing Pleasure of Love. This isn't available except on vinyl aparently.
Dave Stewart (the other one) and Barbara Gaskin doing I'm In a Different World.
Joe Jackson doing Steppin' Out.
Squeeze doing Cool for Cats.
Madness doing Our House.
It's time for that old favorite, my iPod's top 25:
Medicine Show - Big Audio Dynamite
U.F.O. Attack - Asylum Street Spankers
Sambadrome - Big Audio Dynamite
In the Jailhouse Now - The Soggy Bottom Boys
This Is Halloween - Soundtrack, The Nightmare Before Christmas
Wouldn't It Be Nice - Beach Boys
Cold Cold Ground - Tom Waits
Way Down In the Hole - Tom Waits
I Want You To Want Me - Cheap Trick
Industrial Disease - Cheap Trick
The Promise - When In Rome
Lake Shore Drive - Aliotta, Haynes Jeremiah
What's This? - Soundtrack, The Nightmare Before Christmas
My Favourite Game - The Cardigans
Annie Get Your Gun - Squeeze
American Tune - Paul Simon
Nostradamus - Al Stewart
Lido Shuffle - Boz Scaggs
Word Up - Cameo
Does Fort Worth Ever Cross Your Mind - George Straight
Old Man on the Farm - Randy Newman
City of New Orleans - Steve Goodman
Poor Poor Pitiful Me - Warren Zevon
V.Thirteen - Big Audio Dynamite
One Piece At a Time - Johnny Cash
I haven't finished populating my iPod with my 800 CDs, much less the other available material, podcasts, etc., so this may not be, Hell's bells, is not representative of my actual tastes. There's a definite shortage of Steely Dan, Elvis Costello, Neil Young, Joe Jackson, Supertramp, and Talking Heads for this list to be taken too seriously.
P.S. I cannot fathom the Applemania surrounding the iPhone.
Anybody know where I can get a copy of Rebuild the Wall by Luther Wright & the Wrongs?
Apparently, he's no Lionel Ritchie:
Grown Iraqi men get misty-eyed by the mere mention of his name. "I love Lionel Richie," they say. Iraqis who do not understand a word of English can sing an entire Lionel Richie song.
Desperation time has set in, or maybe I'm just following through on Andrea's threat. It's time for another 70's music quiz. And when I say the 70's, I mean the 70's and the first few years of the 80's since my college days extended with grad school until 1983. To me, as a child of the 70's these years count as well. If you don't agree, well, do your own quiz.
I need the name of the song and the artist. I'll note the correct answers below the fold as they are discovered. And now, without further ado...
22 out of 29 as of Tuesday afternoon at 1415 CDT. Since everyone seems to have given up I've provided the answers for the remaining seven entries. Check it out and see what you missed.
Here are the answers, with commentary:
See the winter boys drinking heavy water from a stone. Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye. Shallow water - channel and tide... -- "One of Our Submarines", Thomas Dolby (CWA). This is supposed to be one of the techno classics. I guess this means Professor Reynolds didn't stop by.
Just get me to the airport and put me on a plane. Hurry, hurry, hurry before I go insane... -- "I Wanna Be Sedated", The Ramones (James). This one was so easy, even Marc got it.
No hesitation, no tears and no hearts breakin’, no remorse. -- "Haitian Divorce", Steely Dan (Francis W. Poretto) Any music quiz I do is going to have at least one Steely Dan tune in it. Now tell me again how the 70's was nothing but crap.
Talkin' about savin' souls and all the time leechin', dealin' in dirt and stealin' in the name of the Lord. -- "Papa Was a Rollin' Stone", The Temptations (Steve Malynn). I'm surprised this one took as long as it did.
Sometimes the blues just get a hold of you just when you though you had made it. All around the block people will talk, but I want to give it all that I've got... -- "Sweet Seasons", Carole King (CWA). Wasn't Tapestry the biggest selling album ever at one point? How quickly they forget.
Creatures from the sea with the looks to me like she'd like to fool around. -- "Beautiful Girls", Van Halen (James). Ah, college. All I need is a beautiful girl...
Select the control and then insert the token. You wanna throw me away but I'm not broken. -- "Lipstick Vogue", Elvis Costello (Kerry). Remember what I said about Steely Dan? Same thing, except with Elvis. The King died the year I gradated from H.S., long live the King.
Did you know that life has given love a guarantee to last through forever and another day? Just as time knew to move on since the beginning and the seasons know exactly when to change... -- "As", Stevie Wonder (CWA). Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream...
And the women all were beautiful and the men stood straight and strong. -- "Cortez the Killer", Neil Young (Fred). Cheif Illiniwek salutes you and gives the finger to the NCAA. I saw Neil Young perform a solo acoustic concert at the Assembly Hall in the pre-MTV unplugged days.
I want to honky tonk, honky tonk, honky tonk with you all night long. -- "Black Water", Doobie Brothers (Kerry). This song was playing the first time I the older girls were changing clothes in the same room I was in (district drama competition, Jean Anoiulhs' L'alouette). The girl playing Joan was a cheerleader who had to tape her breasts down because the final scene was too distracting otherwise. It made quite an impression.
You might not be looking for the promised land, but you might find it anyway under one of those old familiar names. -- "Living In America", James Brown (Sean Murphy). Ha!
I lost my mind and fell apart, I had to find myself in time. Now I can start all over again. Hangin' around, takin' it slow... -- "Easy Come, Easy Go", Bobby Sherman (CWA). Hey, I never said it was all good.
Your whisper tells a secret, your laughter brings me joy and a wonder of feeling I'm Nature's own little boy. -- Even in the Quietest Moments, Supertramp (Kevin Murphy). Probably my third most listened to album whilst in H.S. Even then, Winston Churchill was impressive.
Stretched out on a blanket in the sand, kids of all ages diggin' Disneyland. Rappin' on the C.B. radio in your van, we'll give a big "ten four" to the truckin' man. -- "Summer", War (CWA). Jeez, didn't anybody listen to the radio back then?
They got grubby little fingers and dirty little minds, they're gonna get you every time. -- "Short People", Randy Newman (Kerry). Mr. Newman remains far too unappreciated, IMHO.
And for one desperate moment there he crept back in her memory... -- "American Girl", Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (Sean Murphy). Not quite Southern Accents, but still damn good.
I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again. I said I appreciate that and would you please explain about ... -- "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover", Paul Simon (CWA). I find it a little depressing that no one recognized this.
It's a new grown chaperon standing in the corner watching the young girls dance. -- "Blinded By The Light", Bruce Springsteen/Manfred Mann (James). Talk about your misheard lyrics...
I had my dreams like everybody else. But they’re out of reach, I said right out of reach. -- "Mystery Achievment", The Pretenders (Sean Murphy). A great debt album, a lot more here than Brass in Pocket.
... sing me a love song. I just want you to know, that I'm loving you more and more and more... -- "Lady Blue", Leon Russell (CWA). Too obscure?
No law does this man observe and bloody his rise and fall shall be. -- "Nostradamus", Al Stewart (Francis W. Poretto). Spooky. And then you grow up.
With a silver star between his eyes that open up at hidden lies. -- "Freedom Rider", Traffic (Francis W. Poretto). This song freaked me out when I first heard it. Of course, a dripping faucet might have had the same effect at the time. My memory is a little hazy here.
They are making plans that have far reaching effects. -- "The Girls Want to Be With the Girls", Talking Heads (Kevin Murphy). David Byrne is one of the strangest people I've ever encountered.
Make me an offer that I can't refuse, make me respectable, man. -- "Blue Collar Man", Styx (Kerry). A lot of people pooh pooh Styx, but they had some nice songs.
Well suddenly we heard the sirens and everybody started to run. -- "Long Cool Woman", Hollies (Kerry). Get it on.
Everywhere I go people need some reason to believe. -- "Runnin' on Empty", Jackson Browne (Francis W. Poretto). Nothing like Jacksone Browne to get you through the latter stages of teen angst.
I'm gonna take you on a trip so far from here. -- "Two Tickets to Paradise", Eddie Money (Greg). One hit wonder, with wanderlust.
Life's just a cocktail party on the street. -- "Shattered", Rolling Stones (Kerry). Shadoobee. I worked with a guy that summer who was a drummer in a band and couldn't sing, so they gave him this song to do since he didn't have to actually sing it. He got fired when the foreman found him asleep back in the stacks.
"Hey," Herbie said, "Tony, can you fly?" -- (But Tony couldn't fly . . . Tony died.)
"People Who Died", Jim Carroll (Sean Murphy). I think I've mentioned the now defunct Amdo's before, with the world's best CD jukebox, where I'd play this song on every visit. Anyway, where else could you get Tibetan Bigfoot in Rosslyn at 2 AM?
Can anybody help me locate a tape, vinyl, CD, DVD, mp3 or other variant of Eugene by Crazy Joe and the Variable Speed Band. I am willing to pay for it. And please don't give me any bad links from Google to various sources that claim to have the 45 available but really don't.
Thanks in advance.
And now, back to your irregularly scheduled programming.
DOWNDATE: Thanks to Terry for the referral and thanks to Matt for solving my problem at no cost.
Time to lighten' up a bit so here's another 70's music quiz, to help once again dispel the notion that the 70's were a vast musical wasteland. Name the artist and the song title in the comments. As they are guessed, I will change the font color to red, while an asterisk will mean we have a partial answer. Full answers will be below the fold as they are discovered.
And Sweet Jane by Lou Reed closes it out Saturday at 1300 CDT.
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'.
I said, "I'm so happy I could die," She said, "Drop dead," then left with another guy.
Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind...
Under my boots and around my toes, the frost that bit the ground below...
He ain’t sophisticated, nor well-educated, after all the hours he wasted, still he needs time. He needs time, he needs time for livin'. He needs time, for someone just to see him.
We may lose and we may win, though we will never be here again.
I said, "Wait a minute, mister, I didn't even kiss her. Don't want no trouble with you."
I can see the sunset in your eyes, brown and grey and blue besides.
Looking on, she sings the songs. The words she knows, the tunes she hums.
Little girls love to listen to him sing and tell sweet lies.
And all my friends turned out to be insurance salesmen.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom.
You know that I care what happens to you, and I know that you care for me.
No bullet can stop us now, we neither beg nor we won't bow. Neither can be bought nor sold. We all defend the right, Jah - Jah children must unite.
Some people like to go out dancing, other people they got to work, just watch me now! And there’s even some evil mothers, well they’re gonna tell you that everything is just dirt. Y’know that, women, never really faint, and that villains always blink their eyes, woo!
I kiss her for the first time and then I take her home. I’m invited in for coffee and I give the dog a bone.
I was a high school loser never made it with a lady...
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light?
Whatever happened to all this season’s losers of the year?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
It's breaking my heart you're leaving, baby I'm grieving.
Why are you in such a hurry to be lonely one more night? I know what it means to hide your heart from a long time ago...
Vengeance from the grave kills the people he once saved.
I'm young I know but even so, I know a thing or two I've learned from you.
People stop and stare, I can't see their faces, only the shadows of their eyes. I'm going where the sun keeps shining through the pouring rain.
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'. -- Michele nailed it with Neil Young and "Powderfinger."
I said, "I'm so happy I could die," She said, "Drop dead," then left with another guy. -- Michele guessed correctly with Elvis Costello, but the title remained elusive until Kerry came up with "(The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes."
Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind... -- Michele named the tune, "Dixie Chicken", and Marc named the band, Little Feat.
Under my boots and around my toes, the frost that bit the ground below... -- Michele also "wasted" her youth listening to Frank Zappa do "Yellow Snow".
He ain’t sophisticated, nor well-educated, after all the hours he wasted, still he needs time. He needs time, he needs time for livin'. He needs time, for someone just to see him. -- Kitekatz comes through with "Rudy" by Supertramp. When I did this almost one year ago, I included the same lyrics. So, pay attention!
We may lose and we may win, though we will never be here again. -- Partial credit to Kevin. It is "Take It Easy", but I was looking for Jackson Browne instead of the Eagles who covered it. Kerry brings up an interesting point about Glenn Frey as a co-writer. I knew that Jackson and the Eagles and a whole bunch of other folks all hung around together during this time, but I had always thought that JB got the song-writing credits until now. Learn something new every day, Incidentally, this same sort of situation happened with another song in this list (fourth from the bottom) that has so far been unidentified, where two artists co-wrote it and then recorded and released it indepedently. In fact, they did it for two songs but only one is listed here. Double bonus credit if you can name them and the songs.
I said, "Wait a minute, mister, I didn't even kiss her. Don't want no trouble with you." -- Full marks to Kevin for "Gimme Three Steps" by Lynyrd Skynyrd.
I can see the sunset in your eyes, brown and grey and blue besides. -- Michele's on a roll with Peter Frampton singing "Baby I Love Your Way."
Looking on, she sings the songs. The words she knows, the tunes she hums. -- Tanya wins for "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John (and Bernie Taupin).
Little girls love to listen to him sing and tell sweet lies. -- Dr. Weevil knows his stuff, but y'all already knew that. Most of us are more familiar with The New Riders of the Purple Sage, but the original version of "Panama Red" was by Old and In the Way, as Grunter noted. I think I gotta go buy this CD now.
And all my friends turned out to be insurance salesmen. -- Kerry knew this was John Prine and "Illegal Smile." I think that's a good thing.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom. -- Why does it seem that so few people remember Jethro Tull these days? Fortunately, Kerry does and knew that this was "Too Old to Rock 'n' Roll, Too Young to Die."
You know that I care what happens to you, and I know that you care for me. -- Same thing with Pink Floyd, while Michele hesitatingly guessed who it was, Kerry knew it was Pink Floyd and "Pigs on the Wing, Part 2."
No bullet can stop us now, we neither beg nor we won't bow. Neither can be bought nor sold. We all defend the right, Jah - Jah children must unite. -- Kitekatz comes through again with Bob Marley and the Wailers doing "Jammin'".
Some people like to go out dancing, other people they got to work, just watch me now! And there’s even some evil mothers, well they’re gonna tell you that everything is just dirt. Y’know that, women, never really faint, and that villains always blink their eyes, woo! -- Nash Kato gets the last remaining song with Lou Reed and "Sweet Jane."
I kiss her for the first time and then I take her home. I’m invited in for coffee and I give the dog a bone. -- Michele knows all the cool songs, especially "Cool for Cats" by Squeeze.
I was a high school loser never made it with a lady... -- Kevin wins with "Walk This Way" and Aerosmith.
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? -- Kevin's mojo's risin' with "L.A. Woman" by The Doors.
Whatever happened to all this season’s losers of the year? -- Check out your next high school reunion, Michele knew this was "Surrender" by Cheap Trick.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die? -- It's tought to come up with any phrase in this song that doesn't just give it away, as Kevin knew when he wrote "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen.
It's breaking my heart you're leaving, baby I'm grieving. -- Kevin again with Cat Steven's "Wild World." If you're lucky you haven't heard the recent cover by someone who sings flat and wrings all the joy and pleasant melodies from this tune.
Why are you in such a hurry to be lonely one more night? I know what it means to hide your heart from a long time ago... -- Ken Summers knew this was "It Keep's You Runnin'" by the Doobie Brothers. This song was also released concurrently by Carly Simon. They each also had 'You Belong To Me" on "Living on the Fault Line" and "Boys in the Trees" respectively.
Vengeance from the grave kills the people he once saved. -- I knew that Michele would get this one, "Ironman" by Black Sabbath.
I'm young I know but even so, I know a thing or two I've learned from you. -- Ah, teen angst, Michele says "Love Hurts" by Nazareth. Have you ever heard Jim Capaldi's version of this? Don't.
People stop and stare, I can't see their faces, only the shadows of their eyes. I'm going where the sun keeps shining through the pouring rain. -- Michele had the name of the song with "Everbody's Talkin'" followed by kitekatz and Ken Summers, and kitekatz had Harry Nilsson first.
George who?
Singer George Michael said farewell to the world of pop music on Wednesday, using a candid documentary about his life to put the record straight before he "disappeared."
I'll believe it when I don't see it.
The 70's Music Contest is Over. The results are here. Thanks to everyone who played. Of course, you can still tell me the artist and song title for this post, if you are so inclined.
The latest 70's music contest only has 13 out of 28 songs identified correctly. The high esteem I have for music junkies in the blogosphere is in grave danger. I've added more lyrics to each of the mystery songs. Please go and take another whack at 'em.
BMG sent something in the mail offering a special deal on a collection of previously unreleased music by Johnny Cash. Now, I might be tempted to buy it but for two things. First, there are probably good reasons why they weren't previously released, and second, it's titled Johnny Cash: Cash Unearthed.
Jeez, I wonder if the masters were actually in his coffin.
One more time... 28* new entries. Song and artist please. Nothing up for grabs but blogosphere bragging rights. This time, I'll put the answers in the "More" section as they are discovered, but I'll italicize the ones that have been solved here -- when artist and song have both been correctly identified. Avert your eyes from others' comments to keep it fair. No cheating! As some have noted, these are a bit tougher. If any remain unsolved in a couple of days, I'll start adding more lyrics each day until they are all solved. As of Sunday night, that's 13 down and 15 to go.
* One song has been taken off the original list since it was released in 1982. My bad for misreading a label.
MONDAY NIGHT: Still only 13 out of 28. More lyrics added. Try again and tell me you aren't kicking yourselves a little. Some of these are pretty big hits. Please don't make me add more lyrics...
TUESDAY NIGHT: Contest Over. 26 out of 28, with a little help from my friends. The only ones you didn't get were "Cry Me a River" by Joe Cocker and" Floy Joy" by the Supremes. But the thread is getting dated, so I hereby declare victory and move on. I am, as always, open to your comments. Too hard? Should I do it again in a few weeks? Months? Decades? As much as some people have bitched about this period of music, I'd rather be stuck alone with it than alone with what has been published the last ten years.
Who needs TV when I've got T-Rex? (Mott the Hoople, "All the Young Dudes") Written by David Bowie (rhymes with Howie, according to Neal the hippie).
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough! (Rolling Stones, "Shattered") It took nine years, but the Stones finally put out a decent album in the 70's.
Well I got nothing against the press, they wouldn't print it if it wasn't true (Joe Jackson, "Sunday Papers") Ah, but it all depends on what we mean by "truth", eh? Say, now that Al Gore has a media outlet of his very own...
Welcome to the lion's den, temptation's on its way (Madness, "House of Fun" -- 1982) Sorry.
Pulled out of San Pedro late one night, the moon and the stars was shinin' bright.
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill passing cars like they was standing still (Commander Cody and his Lost Planet Airmen, "Hot Rod Lincoln") Cover of Charile Ryan's song, first made popular by Johnny Bond in 1959 -- which I had a 45 of when I was a kid!
This is the kind, this is the kind of stuff to make you feel like you want to do something nasty like waste some chicken gravy on your white shirt. (Rufus Thomas, "Do the Funky Chicken") Memphis legend, whom remarkably few people seem to know about today.
Child like the one I once knew, made my grass green and my blue skies blue.
Lord was time when two was one. Tell me now girl, where've all the good times gone? (Joe Cocker, "Cry Me A River") John Belushi lookalike.
Why can't we brothers protect one another?
No one's serious and it makes me furious.
Don't be misled, just think of ... (Curtis Mayfield, "Freddie's Dead") Fred, damnit! It's Fred!
And the gold rolled through his veins, like a thousand railroad trains.
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose, while the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes... (John Prine, "Sam Stone") I passed on the easier "Illegal Smile" in favor of harder drugs. That's also why the New Riders of the Purple Sage and "Panama Red" and his white horse Mescalino didn't make an appearance this time. Nor could Jesse Winchester lamenting "Stems and Seeds" find a way to sneak into the list.
I mean was he a heavy doper or was he just a loser? He was a friend of yours.
What do you mean he had bullet holes in his mirrors? (Neil Young, "Tired Eyes") OK, so maybe it was one of Neil's least successful albums, but still -- this and "The Needle and the Damage Done" are as good as it gets. You better start bookin' on Neil if I keep this up.
For every eye that passes by, you know the world gets a little bit older.
It's time to realize that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. (Ray Stevens, "Everything is Beautiful") He ain't crude, he ain't lewd, he's just in the mood to run with Kofi Annan and utopians everywhere.
Your real name may be Smith or Jones but not your claim to fame.
Oh, it's a ... boy! Any girl who knew you at all would have to call you ... (The Supremes, "Floy Joy") The Supremes sans Diana Ross in 1972 (when Michael Jackson did not yet look like her). Damn I feel old now.
Red lights are flashing around me, good Lord it looks like they found me (R. Dean Taylor, "Indiana Wants Me") Wander-lust.
Well, I got one foot on the platform, the other foot on the train.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain. (Eric Burdon and the Animals, "The House of the Rising Sun") Shocking.
Well the first time I got it I was just ten years old (Ted Nugent, "Cat Scratch Fever")The Motor City madman himself.
I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash, but all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash (Squeeze, "Cool for Cats") In and out of Wandsworth...
And while the future's there for anyone to change,
Still you know it's seems it would be easier sometimes to change the past.
I'm just one or two years and a couple of changes behind you
In my lessons at love's pain and heartache school. (Jackson Browne, "Fountain of Sorrow") Jeebus, I must not have been much fun to be around as a sophomore in college.
Why do people break up, turn around and make up?
I just can't see. You'd never do that to me (Would you, baby?) (Al Green, "Let's Stay Together") I thought this one would be too easy. Wrong again.
You search in your bag, light up a fag, say it’s a drag, but you’re so glad to be alive (Van Morrison, "Blue Money") The Belfast Cowboy.
Better find another girl, better find uh, another place (Lee Michaels, "Do You Know What I Mean") Wooo! Help me!
Misty morning eyes, I'm trying to disguise the way I feel but I just can't hide it (The Fortunes, "Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again") Raindrops keep fallin' on our heads...
And daddy doesn't understand it, he always said she was as good as gold (Boomtown Rats, "I Don't Like Mondays") Monday, Monday, don't like that day.
God made man but he used the monkey to do it.
Apes in the plan, we’re all here to prove it. (Devo, "Jocko Homo") Are we not men? I ran out and bought Devo's first album after seeing them perform "Satisfaction" on Saturday Night Live (way back when it really was really good). My dormmates thought I was nuts. (See Jackson Browne above.)
Then one by one the stars would all go out and you and I would simply fly away (Bread, "If") Baby, I'm a running out of the room screamin' everytime I hear anything by Bread.
Jesus freaks out in the street handing tickets out for God (Elton John (and Bernie Taupin), "Tiny Dancer") Sing us a song you're the piano man, he takes a stand in that auditorium.
All I had to do was send ten dollars to the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus, located somewhere in Los Angeles, California, and next week they'd say my prayer on the radio. (Rolling Stones, "Faraway Eyes") The Stones did an awful lot of what sounded suspiciously like country music to me back then, but I liked it, I liked it, yes I did.
After all this time of bein' alone we can love one another, live for each other from now on (Delaney & Bonnie and Friends, "Never Ending Song of Love For You") Feels so good I can hardly stand it.
'Cause you know that I mean what I say,
So don't go and take me the wrong way.
You know you can't go on gettin' your own way,
'Cause if you do it's gonna get you someday. (Dave Mason or Delaney & Bonnie and Friends, "Only You Know and I Know") Of course, I was looking for Dave Mason in 1970, but Delaney and Bonnie had a hit with it as well. I wouldn't have put them back to back if I hadn't learned this after looking it up since multiple people kept flagging it as D&B&F.
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain.
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants,
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane. (Bruce Springsteen, "Jungleland") Michele may detest him, but I knew a girl in college named Michele who fantasized about Bruce stopping in the middle of a concert, looking out and saying, "Michele, is that you?" and calling her up on stage to dance with. Color me shocked this one wasn't picked out much earlier.
Well, that was fun.
Here's another 70's quiz, song title and artist please. (Songs identified in the comments have been italicized. All Done!) Thanks to Russ, mikeski, Man United, MJ, Kerry, RC and Jeff for playing. I've interspersed a few more comments below.
If you want to see more of these quizzes, let me know. The quizzes can definitely get tougher the further I drift from Billboard, by the way.
I was a dreamer with only words to trade (Neil Diamond, "Longfellow Serenade") There's something suggestive about this song, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Funny what passes for rock & roll!
Fly me away to the bright side of the moon and meet me on the other side (Gary Wright, "Dream Weaver") There were large quantities of drugs being consumed in the '70s, and it was the root cause of a lot of bad poetry and even worse popular music.
Before her love I was cruel and mean, I had a hole in the place where my heart should have been (The Raspberries (featuring Eric Freakin' Carmen), "Go All The Way") The third element of the holy trinity makes it's appearance.
Won't you lay me down in tall grass and let me do my stuff (Fleetwood Mac, "Second Hand News") And again.
And the unsung Western hero killed an Indian or three and made his name in Hollywood to set the white man free (Jethro Tull, "Hymn 43") In the great book of numerology, this entry comes right after the answer to life, the universe, and everything. The original heavy metal band, or at least that's what Ian Anderson said.
Least I don't need to beg or borrow, yes I'm livin' at a pace that kills (Van Halen, "Runnin' With The Devil") Some of you have to be kickin' yourself for not getting this one.
Why are you in such a hurry to be lonely one more night? (Doobie Brothers or Carly Simon, "It Keeps You Runnin'") Michael McDonald and Carly Simon wrote this and "You Belong to Me" and so their respective versions appeared on their respective albums almost concurrently.
"Hey momma, hey let me check your oil all right?" (Little Feat, "Fat Man In The Bathtub") Let no one say the 70's lacked great music again.
But I'm still an embryo with a long, long way to go (Helen Reddy, "I Am Woman") Fortunately, I was able to exercise my choice and change stations whenever this song came on. More deep irony here.
Can't you see that it's late; no you can't have a drink. Oh! All right then, but wait just a bit. (Gilbert O'Sullivan, "Claire") Now here's a song I can't imagine ever being broadcast today -- not even by Michael Jackson.
Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking when I hear the silly things that you say. (Elvis Costello, "Alison") Has Elvis figured out who he is yet?
Doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you. (Neil Young, "Old Man") Survivor.
Hands on the plow and my feets in the ghetto (Aerosmith, "Last Child") I'm surprised this one lasted as long as it did unanswered.
Love can be a sweet thing, I just don't understand. I made a game of loving and now I hold the losing hand. (J. Geils Band, "I Musta Got Lost") Rock & Roll, and Magic Dick.
Never seen a day break leaning on my pillow in the morning light. (Pilot, "Magic) Ho ho ho, it's Time-Life Music and ex-MTV DJs bringing you the swingin' seventies!
And though my lack of education hasn't hurt me none, I can read the writing on the wall (Paul Simon, "Kodachrome") Can you believe Kodak sued Rhymin' Simon over the use of their trademark, until someone suggested it was the best, and cheapest, advertising they'd ever get?
Ouga chaka ouga ouga ouga chaka ouga ouga ouga chaka ouga ouga (Blue Suede, "Hoooked on a Feeling") This always reminds me of dentists' offices. Don't ask.
The radio's playing some forgotten song, Brenda Lee's “Coming on Strong” (Golden Earring, "Radar Love") Sung phonetically by non-English speakers if I remember correctly.
Jimmy Dean (David Essex, "Rock On") James Dean.
You’re dirty sweet and you’re my girl (T-Rex, "Bang A Gong") Who needs TV...? Say, that's another quiz question, isn't it?
He ain't sophisticated, nor well-educated, after all the hours he wasted, still he needs time. (Supertramp, "Rudy") Yea, I grew up listening to Supertramp and my kids are growing up listening to Moby. I win.
There used to be a bar in Arlington, VA, called Amdo's. A very strange place where you could get Tibetan Bigfoot on tap, as well as a large number of other beers before Microbrews became mainstream. One of my favorite late night haunts back in the days I lived in Huntsville, AL, but when every Tuesday found me in Reston.
Amdo's had the best stocked CD jukebox I have ever seen. Every time I was there I would play this song by the Jim Carroll Band.
(Sorry for the FBFtP getting later and later each week. I've been on the road and sick lately.)
People Who Died (Jim Carroll)
Teddy sniffing glue he was 12 years old
Fell from the roof on East Two-nine
Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug
On 26 reds and a bottle of wine
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
G-berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten
So they died of hepatitis in upper Manhattan
Sly in Vietnam took a bullet in the head
Bobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wed
They were two more friends of mine
Two more friends that died / I miss 'em--they died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room
Bobby hung himself from a cell in the tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others,
And I salute you brother/ This song is for you my brother
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Herbie pushed Tony from the Boys' Club roof
Tony thought that his rage was just some goof
But Herbie sure gave Tony some bitchen proof
"Hey," Herbie said, "Tony, can you fly?"
But Tony couldn't fly . . . Tony died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Brian got busted on a narco rap
He beat the rap by rattin' on some bikers
He said, hey, I know it's dangerous,
but it sure beats Riker's
But the next day he got offed
by the very same bikers
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room
Bobby hung himself from a cell in the tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others,
And I salute you brother/ This song is for you my brother
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
I have nothing to add to this:
Barbra Streisand says she finds listening to her own songs is so boring that it was one of the reasons she gave up public performing three years ago.
Short and suite.
Suite Judy Blue Eyes (Stephen Stills)
It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun any more
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts
So badly I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours
You are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard
Remember what we've said, and done
And felt about each other
Yet wait, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us
Of what we are not now
I am not dreaming
I am yours
You are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard
Tearing yourself
Away from me now, you are free
And I am crying
This does not mean
I don't love you, I do, that's forever
Yes, and for always
I am yours
You are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard
Something inside
Is telling me that I've got your secret
Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock
And laughter the key to your heart
And I love you
I am yours
You are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard
And you make it hard
And you make it hard
And you make it hard
Friday evening
Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning
Please be gone, I'm tired of you
What have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is
(Catch me I'm falling)
Listen to me baby
It's my heart that's suffering
(Catch me I'm dying)
It's dyin' and that's what I have to lose
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays
What have you got to lose?
Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song, don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow!
Voices of the angels
Ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy lilting lyric
Losing love lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady!
Que alegria me traiga Cuba
La reina de la Mar Caribe
Que cielo sol que lo tengan alli
Y que triste que no puedo vaya
Oh va, oh va, va.
This has been a bad week for FBFtP. Johnny Cash passed away earlier today at the age of 71, so how can today's entry be anyone else? Except that Warren Zevon passed away on Sunday at the age of 56. So you get two blasts today. I have a terrible feeling that I've reached the age where FBFtP will be celebrating the music of those recently deceased much more frequently than I ever could have imagined before.
Don't you want to hear Johnny say "Hello, I'm Johnny Cash" one more time? Johnny Cash managed to be a rebel and an iconoclastic outsider without being an ass, unlike so many who seem to believe that being an ass is a prerequisite to being rebellious. It seems hard for some people to remember that Johnny was considered more Rock 'n' Roll than Country back in the '50s. Johnny can now drop his cares and worries and join his wife June Carter Cash, who passed away on May 15 of this year, in angelic white.
There's already been so much written about Warren this week by people that knew him much better than I ever did, so I don't think I should try to add anything to this. And, naturally, you can find a whole lot more out about Warren and Johnny over at BlogCritics.
Here's my favorite song from the man in black's beginning at Sun Records, and my favorite Warren Zevon song.
I Walk The Line (Johnny R. Cash)
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine.
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds.
Because you're mine,
I walk the line.
I find it very, very easy to be true.
I find myself alone when each day is through.
Yes, I'll admit I'm a fool for you.
Because you're mine,
I walk the line.
As sure as night is dark and day is light,
I keep you on my mind both day and night.
And happiness I've known proves that it's right.
Because you're mine,
I walk the line.
You've got a way to keep me on your side.
You give me cause for love that I can't hide.
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide.
Because you're mine,
I walk the line.
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner (Warren Zevon)
Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray
Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner...
His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head
Roland the headless Thompson gunner (Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
Norway's bravest son But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score)
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun
And bought it
Acidman took one of the comments I left him in his post about John Prine and made a little tribute to Steve Goodman out of it. Rob's pH factor just went up a couple points.
To borrow a phrase from Claire, here on FBFtP we like both kinds of music: Country and Western. As I've grown older, I've developed a taste for true Western music. I usually have to rely on something like Prairie Home Companion to get a fix, but I find it in the strangest places sometimes. If you have recommendations for good Western music, please leave them in the comments.
But for now, you'll have to settle for this little ditty I first heard on Dr. Demento's show late, late one night a long time ago (they sure don't write 'em like this anymore -- where else are you going to find a reference to a .32?):
Wahoo (Cliff Friend)
Way out west where men are men and women are very sweet,
That's where I wanna be...
That's where I'm gonna be.
Way out west just once again where happiness is complete,
There's just one thing I miss...
And it is this:
OH! gimme a horse, a great big horse, and gimme a buckaroo
And let me Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
OH! gimme a ranch, a big pair of pants, and gimme a stetson too,
And let me Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
Give me the wide o-pen spaces...
For I'm just like a prairie flower,
Growing wilder by the hour.
OH! gimme a moon, a prairie moon, and gimme a gal what's true,
And let me Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
OH! I never could sing a high class thing, good music I never knew,
But I can Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
OH! I never could dance, 'cause when I dance I ruin the lady's shoe,
But I can Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
It's just a gift from the prairie...
You shout it when a bad man jigs,
And it's very good for calling pigs.
I never could speak a word of Greek, I never could poop-poop-a-do,
But I can Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
OH! you open your mouth two feet wide, and take a big breath or two,
And then you Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
OH! you wiggle your toes and grit your teeth
Like Dangerous Dan McGrew
And then you Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
Be careful not to sing soprano;
And never Hi-de-hi-de-ho,
'Cause that don't go out in Idaho.
OH! buckle your belt and fix your hat,
And spit her out (noise) ka-chew!
And then you Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
Oh, what did Miss Cleopatra say to Antony when they met?
She hollered Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
Oh, what did that roaming Romeo yell to Miss Juliet?
He hollered Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
It started way back in Eden
And Eve was the cause, and it's no fib,
She wahooed Adam for a rib.
Oh, what did Miss Pocahontas yell the minute she saw John Smith?
She hollered Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
Oh, gimme the plains, the western plains, and a bottle of apple jack
And let me Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
Oh gimme a saloon, an old spittoon, and a package of chaw tobacc
And let me Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
Give me a gal from dear old Dallas,
And play a Texas Tommy dance
And I'll cut loose with a wild romance;
Oh, gimme a gat, a cowboy hat, a handkerchief red and blue,
And let me Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
Oh, gimme the plains, a pair of reins, and my boots and saddle too,
And let me Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
Oh, lemme get at...a lariat, as a steer comes into view,
And let me Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
Give me the wide open spaces,
Each time I see a sawdust bar,
I wanna be away out thar...
Oh, show me the pal who'll steal my gal, and hand me my .32
And let me Wah-Hoo! Wah-Hoo! WAH-HOO!
I missed last week (mmm..., football) so this week you get two offerings!
When I was in high school (go ahead and click through, they have a cool cursor effect) I worked at a Dairy Queen about 10 blocks away. When I was a sophomore, there was a race riot at EAHS. The only kid who was seriously hurt accidentally shot himself outside this Dairy Queen while reinserting his gun into his trousers. But I digress. Every day, working in the back I'd listen to WXRT hoping that I'd catch them playing Jethro Tull's Too Old to Rock and Roll, Too Young To Die, which they only did once a day. Many years later, my wife and I saw Jethro Tull in Huntsville, AL, with about 800 of thier greatest fans in a arena that seated 8,000. They joked about it at the beginning but promised to give us all a great show anyway, which they did. Oh, and daughter #1 plays the flute in her 8th grade orchestra. We're waiting for her to get good enough to play Bouree, though she might be good enough now since she's already performed solos. So, we (my wife and I) got that going for us.
I first heard the second offering today on a tape my friend Howard made for me from WXRT. For several years I picked up a box of tapes from him at Christmas, because it was the best way to listen to the music I liked then. Sometime I'll pull those tapes out and copy the playlists for you. They are like gold to me now and Howard had a way with naming the tapes as well. I noticed that WXRT has about half the DJs still there that were there twenty years ago, though, with the music biz the way it is, I'm not sure they'd be able to maintain that old FM album rock format I used to love so well interjected with an occasional classic, some blues, and occassionally some very, very off-the-wall stuff. Anyway, I've never understood why Joe Jackson (looking sharp with shoes, unlike this guy)wasn't more popular. Smart, witty, intelligent songs and first-rate musicianship. Wild West isn't exactly typical of Joe, except for being smart, witty, intelligent and an example of his first-rate musicianship, but it came to mind recently as I drove to work. Joe's one of my favorite artists, so I'm sure he'll pop up again sometime.
Too Old To Rock and Roll, Too Young To Die (Jethro Tull)
The old Rocker wore his hair too long
Wore his trouser cuffs too tight
Unfashionable to the end - drank his ale too light
Death's head belts buckle - yesterday dreams
The transport "Caf" prophet of doom
Ringing no change in his double-sews seams
in his post-war-babe gloom
Now he's too old to rock'n'roll, but he's too young to die
He once owned a Harley Davidson and A Triumph Borneville
Counted his friends in burned out spark plugs
And prays that he always will
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
All his mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line
And some of them own little sports cars
And meet at the tennis club do's
For drinks on a Sunday - work on Monday
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes
Now they're too old to rock'n'roll, but they're too young to die
So the old Rocker gets out his bike to make a ton
Before he takes his leave
Upon the Al by Scotch Corner just like it used to be
And as he flies - tears in his eyes - his mind -
whipped words echo the final take
As he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake
And he was too old to rock'n'roll, but he was too young to die
Wild West (Joe Jackson)
Out to the west there's a trail that leads somewhere
And a call of the wild that takes some people there
Through Monument Valley to California sun
From New Amsterdam to the way the West was won
Well years will go by when you won't get nowhere
You're cold and you're tired and you're free and you don't care
You keep pushin' on when your friends keep turning back
You keep building towns and laying railroad track
And things get crazy and you have to use that sun
And you wonder if this is the way the West is won
But keep thinkin' that way and you won't get nowhere
'Cause you got a right just to get where you're goin' to
Gotta keep runnin' gotta be the best
Gotta walk tall in the Wild West
You keep on the move or you try to settle down
And there's strangers from further and further away in town
And you give them some tools and they know what must be done
And you know the West was won
And they say . . .
Where I come from, you can't get nowhere
I'm breaking my back for some opportunity
Making my fortune and I'll take it all home
Tell my kids about the Wild West
And there's still beauty as the flowers bloom on desert sands
And there's still hope as the sun rises over the Rio Grande
But it's so crowded now and nothing's simple anymore
And they're still knocking at your door
You hear guns in the night and you hope they're not for you
'Cause a dog eats a dog then he eats his master too
In the land of the free and the not so often brave
There's both love or money now choose which you will save
But . . . keep thinkin' that way and you won't get nowhere
'Cause you got a right just to get where you're goin' to
Gotta keep runnin' gotta be the best
Gotta walk tall in the Wild West
Norman sure wrote a catchy little tune that caught my ear when I was 12. Later, I learned he was the engineer for many of the Beatles' and a couple of Pink Floyd albums. You might know him better as Hurricane Smith. Or not.
You can hear a cheap, canned, synthesized, instrumental version of O Babe, What Would You Say? here.
Have I a hope for half a chance,
To even ask if I could dance with you? You hoo!
Would you greet me or politely turn away?
Would there suddenly be sunshine on a cold and rainy day?
Oh, Babe! What would you say?
For there are you, sweet lollipop,
Here am I with such a lot to say, hey, hey!
Just to walk with you along the Milky Way.
To caress you through the night time, bring you flowers every day.....
Oh, Babe! What would you say?
Guess, though, Baby, I know,
I know I could be so in love with you!
And I know that I could make you love me too.
And if I could only hear you say you do, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
But anyway, what would you say?
In honor of the impending demise of Saddam Hussein, I give you Motorhead and the Ace of Spades.
If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man
You win some, lose some, it's all the same to me
The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
The Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades
Playin' for the high one, dancin' with the devil
Going with the flow, it's all a game to me
7 or 11, snake eyes watching you
Double up or quit, double stake or split
The Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades
You know I'm born to lose
And gamblin's made for fools
But that's the way I like it baby
I don't want to live forever
And don't forget the joker
Pushing up the ante, I know you got to see me
read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die
The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be
The Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades
I like the housemartins, especially Happy Hour.
It's happy hour again
I think I might be happy if I wasn't out with them
And they're happy it's a lovely place to be
Happy that the fire is real the barman is a she
Where the haircuts smile
And the meaning of style
Is a night out with the boss
Where you win or you lose
And its them who choose
And if you don't win then you've lost
What a good place to be
Don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me
{It's happy hour again}
Don't believe her oh no
'Cause its never really happened to me
{It's happy hour again}
oh woah woah
It's another night out with the boss
Following in footsteps overgrown with moss
And he tells me that women grow on trees
And if you catch them right they will land upon their knees
Where they open all their wallets
And they close all their minds
And they love to buy you all a drink
And then we ask all the questions
And you take all your clothes off
And go back to the kitchen sink
What a good place to be
Don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me
{It's happy hour again}
Don't believe her oh no
'Cause its never really happened to me
{It's happy hour again}
woah woah woah woah ho
What a good place to be
Don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me
{It's happy hour again}
Don't believe her oh no
'Cause its never really happened to me
{It's happy hour again}
Don't believe her
Don't believe her
Doooooooon't believe her
Its happy hour again, and again, and again
Its happy hour again, and again, and again
Its happy hour again, and again, and again
Its happy hour again