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Silliest Words in a Pop Song
Alicia Bridges -- "I Love the Night Life"
Please don't talk about love tonight. Please don't talk about sweet love. Please don't talk about being true and all the trouble we've been through. Ah, please don't talk about all of the plans we had for fixin' this broken romance. I want to go where the people dance. I want some action ... I want to live! Action ... I got so much to give. I want to give it. I want to get some too. Oh, I ... Ohhh I ... I love the nightlife, I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yeah. Oh, I love the night life, I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yeah. :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :laugh: :laugh: :lol: :shocked: :shocked: |
Ive always loathed Electric Avenue. so much so, Im not even willing to post the lyrics.
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sappy-sappy-silly
Does Muscrat Love ring a belll with anyone?
or YMCA or or Mandy (and for those who don't know...Barry Manilow wrote that song about his dog, Mandy!) Lord help us all to forget :( :( :( |
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The 59th Street Bridge Song(Feelin' Groovy)
Slow down you move too fast You got to make the moment last Just kickin’ down the cobble stones Lookin’ for fun and feelin’ groovy Hello lamp post What-cha knowin’ I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’ Ain’t-cha got no rhymes for me? Doot-in Doo-doo Feelin’ Groovy Got no deeds to do No promises to keep I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all it’s petals on me Life I love you All is groovy Great song, but silly. |
Okay, how about....Patio Lanterns - Kim Mitchell.
Our house had the biggest patio Our house had all the summer shade We had patio lanterns I'd spend half the night making lemonade Which we drank a lot 'cause we were all so shy Shy and nervous Who was gonna be Who would be the first to dance Who was gonna be Who would be the first to kiss Under those patio lanterns Those patio lanterns They were the stars in the sky Those patio lanterns Lighting up our lives Those patio lanterns They were the stars in the sky Those patio lanterns Lighting up our lives Oh those patio lanterns And i was stuck on Joy (that was her name) We didn't talk much She was a nervous girl I was a nervous boy We stuck together like glue on glue Dancing to an old song Bobby vinton's blue on blue Heartache on heartache , |
How about:
It hurts my self-esteem It hurts my everything I am reeling Oh, it hurts my feelings *vomit* |
You Light Up My Life. Absolutely the worst song EVER EVER EVER!!!!:eek: :eek: :eek:
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How bout "well she dances around in a circle well" ?
Also, Feeling Groovy and I Love the Nightlife - I love both. |
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Silly can be so right. |
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Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love Some people call me Maurice Cause I speak of the pompatus of love |
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Silly words in a pop song? I think that just about every song in the top 40 right now would qualify.:shrug:
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I would say this is in the lead. He has another winner with: "Abrah Abrah Cadabra! I wanna reach out and grab ya!" |
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and I believe that last bit goes: Some people call me "Maurice" cuz I speak of the properties of love...... does anyone remember a quaint little song called "Thank Heaven for Little Girls?" That was Maurice. Bless him. |
Disco Duck.
Funky Worm. Guitarzan. Gidget the Midget one of my faves however is this gem: Hello Muddah Hello Faddah Here I am at Camp Grenada.... (I dont remember the rest!) |
Steve Miller deserves some respect, I say...
You youngins'..obviously have no respect for the Space Cowboy...
He was excellent- at the time, just think about other songs like: Cadilac Jack or How about Mary Lou? Fly like an eagle? The original "Jack and Diane"...This is the story of Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue, 2 young lovers.... or... that's all I can think of.. He really had a few good tunes...when you were really stoned/wasted and singing along.... Not that I have any first hand knowledge :lol: (At least that is what I have read in a book...hee) |
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This here's a story bout Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue Two young lovers with nothing better to do than sit around the house, getting high watching the tube and here's what happened when they decided to cut loose.... I always thought that "Mercury" song was kinda strange tho... about a guy who had to buy a Mercury because the girl he liked would only go out with guys who had Mercury's.......very odd... |
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Here's something I found on the net: Dear Cecil: What does "pompatus" mean? There's a movie out now called The Pompatus of Love, and of course it contains the Steve Miller song as a theme. I can't find "pompatus" in the dictionary. Any clues? --Cane95, via America Online Cecil replies: Clues? Pfui. We have cracked the freaking case, thanks to some outstanding legwork by Jon Cryer--actor, cowriter, and coproducer of the movie Pompatus of Love--and my new assistant, J.K. Fabian. J.K. has what it takes to make a real impact in this business: pluck, luck, and an outstanding record collection. "Pompatus" mystified millions when Steve Miller used it in his 1973 hit "The Joker": "Some people call me the space cowboy. / Yeah! Some call me the gangster of love. / Some people call me Maurice, / Cause I speak of the Pompatus of love." "Space cowboy" and "gangster of love" referred to earlier Miller songs. Maurice was from Miller's 1972 tune "Enter Maurice," which appeared on the album Recall the Beginning ... A Journey From Eden. "Enter Maurice" had this lyric: "My dearest darling, come closer to Maurice so I can whisper sweet words of epismetology in your ear and speak to you of the pompitous of love." Great, now there were two mystery words. What's more, it appeared even Miller himself was uncertain how pompatus was spelled. It appeared as "pompatus" in at least two books of sheet music but as "pompitous" in the lyrics included with "Recall the Beginning." Miller has said little about the P-word over the years. In at least one interview, fans say, he claimed "it doesn't mean anything--it's just jive talk." Not quite. Some sharp-eared music fan noticed the "Enter Maurice" lyric above bore a marked resemblance to some lines in a rhythm and blues tune called "The Letter" by the Medallions. The song had been a hit in R & B circles in 1954. J.K. found the record. It had the lines, "Oh my darling, let me whisper sweet words of [something like epismetology] and discuss the [something like pompatus] of love." J.K. tried to find the sheet music for the song, but came up only with the Box Tops hit ("My baby, she wrote me a letter"). Then came a stroke of luck. Jon Cryer the movie guy had stumbled onto the secret of pompatus. Eager to reveal it to the world, he sent it to--who, Rolling Stone? The New York Times? Of course not. He sent it to us. Speculation about "pompatus" was a recurring motif in the script for The Pompatus of Love. While the movie was in postproduction Cryer heard about "The Letter." During a TV interview he said that the song had been written and sung by a member of the Medallions named Vernon Green. Green, still very much alive, was dozing in front of the tube when the mention of his name caught his attention. He immediately contacted Cryer. Green had never heard "The Joker." Cryer says that when he played it for Green "he laughed his ass off." Green's story: "You have to remember, I was a very lonely guy at the time. I was only 14 years old, I had just run away from home, and I walked with crutches," Green told Cryer. He scraped by singing songs on the streets of Watts. One song was "The Letter," Green's attempt to conjure up his dream woman. The mystery words, J.K. ascertained after talking with Green, were "puppetutes" and "pizmotality." (Green wasn't much for writing things down, so the spellings are approximate.) "Pizmotality described words of such secrecy that they could only be spoken to the one you loved," Green told Cryer. And puppetutes? "A term I coined to mean a secret paper-doll fantasy figure [thus puppet], who would be my everything and bear my children." Not real PC, but look, it was 1954. Green went on to record many other songs and is still writing today. He can be reached at P.O. Box 1394, Perris, CA 92572. Steve Miller must have loved R & B. Another line from "The Joker" goes "I really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree. / Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time." A similar line may be found in the Clovers' 1953 hit "Lovey Dovey": "I really love your peaches wanna shake your tree / Lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time." When I spoke to Miller's publicist Jim Welch about these remarkable coincidences, he said Miller's comment was "artistic license." Pressed a bit, Welch said Miller acknowledged that he'd been "influenced" by earlier artists. Not perhaps the most forthcoming statement in the world. But at least we now know it didn't come to him in a dream. FADE TO GREEN From Rockin' Radio News: Vernon Green, leader of the Medallions, died Dec. 24th [2000] in a hospital in Los Angeles. Best known for "The Letter" and "Buick 59," they were the first doo-wop group to record for Dootone Records. Their first release, "Buick 69," (based on Todd Rhodes' double-entendre R&B hit "Rocket 69"), backed with a ballad called "The Letter," was a double-sided West Coast hit. Green's famous recitation on "The Letter" contained the nonsense lyric, "the pulpitudes of love," which was later picked up by Steve Miller as "the pompitudes of love"—which became the title of a 1990s film. So, yet another spelling. But at least Vernon gets the credit he deserves. --CECIL ADAMS |
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha. never said they weren't catchy.... but definitely a little silly. :nod: |
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That stupid Barbie song and I cannot put the lyrics here lest the drivel be emblazoned on my mind all day!
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My pick for silliest lyrics:
Spring was never waiting for us, girl It ran one step ahead As we followed in the dance Between the parted pages and were pressed, In love's hot, fevered iron Like a striped pair of pants MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down... Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again Oh, no! If someone can explain what the hell is the significance of the cake (or any of the lyrics, really), I'd appreciate it. :confused: Carol |
I have no time, nor patience to defend Steve Miller (or his lyrics), but just let me remind you all of...
WHO LET THE DOGS OUT? (WOOF...WOOF, WOOF) |
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I jsut thought of another one. Wasnt there a singer named Gary Numan? that had a song about cars? God that drove me nuts!!!!
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When it's over That's the time I fall in love again And when it's over That's the time you're in my heart again And when you go go go go I know And it never ends It never ends All the things that I used to say All the words that got in the way All the things that I used to know Have gone out the window All the things that she used to bring All the songs she used to sing All the favorite TV shows Have gone out the window |
"King Of Rock 'N' Roll" by Prefab Sprout.
"Hot dog, jumping frog, albuquerque" ??? :shocked: |
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Anybody who can rhyme "Taxes" with "Facts is" is ok in my book. The aforementioned "Mercury Blues" tune IS an old blues tune. Written by KC Douglas (the ol' Mississippi Blues guy...not the country line dance instructor from Orange County, California) A "sort of" history of Mercury Blues |
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"Fat Man In The Bathtub" by Lowell George (of Little Feat fame)
Spotcheck Billy got down on his hands and knees He said "Hey momma, hey let me check your oil all right?" She said "No, no honey, not tonight Comeback Monday, comeback Tuesday, then I might." I said Juanita, my sweet Juanita, what are you up to? My Jaunita I said Jaunita, my sweet chaquita, what are you up to? My Juanita Don't want nobody who won't dive for dimes Don't want no speedballs 'cause I might die tryin Throw me a line, throw me a line 'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues I hear you moan, I hear you moan, I hear you moan Billy got so sad, dejected, put on his hat and start to run Runnin' down the street yellin' at the top of his lungs All I want in this life of mine is some good clean fun All I want in this life and time is some hit and run I said Juanita, my sweet Juanita, what are you up to? My Jaunita I said Jaunita, my sweet chaquita, what are you up to? My Juanita Put my money in your meter baby so it won't run down But you caught me in the squeeze play on the cheesy side of town Throw me a dime, throw me a line 'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues I hear you moan, I hear you moan, I hear you moan The original Little Feat version (on their Dixie Chicken album)has Bonnie Raitt on background vocals. |
This wins hands down.
Hot-Blooded by Foreigner: Well, I’m hot blooded, check it and see I got a fever of a hundred and three Come on baby, do you do more than dance? I’m hot blooded, I’m hot blooded You don’t have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind Honey you oughta know Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line I wanna know what you’re doin’ after the show Now it’s up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous Just me and you, I’ll show you lovin’ like you never knew That’s why, I’m hot blooded, check it and see I got a fever of a hundred and three Come on baby, do you do more than dance? I’m hot blooded, hot blooded If it feels alright, maybe you can stay all night Shall I leave you my key? But you’ve got to give me a sign, come on girl, some kind of sign Tell me, are you hot mama? you sure look that way to me Are you old enough? will you be ready when I call your bluff? Is my timing right? did you save your love for me tonight? Yeah I’m hot blooded, check it and see Feel the fever burning inside of me Come on baby, do you do more than dance? I’m hot blooded, I’m hot blooded, I’m hot Now it’s up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous? Oh, before we do, you’ll have to get away from you know who Well, I’m hot blooded, check it and see I got a fever of a hundred and three Come on baby, do you do more than dance? I’m hot blooded, I’m hot blooded Hot blooded, every night Hot blooded, you’re looking so tight Hot blooded, now you’re driving me wild Hot blooded, I’m so hot for you, child Hot blooded, I’m a little bit high Hot blooded, you’re a little bit shy Hot blooded, you’re making me sing Hot blooded, for your sweet sweet thing |
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Walking like a man Hitting like a hammer She’s a juvenile scam Never was a quitter Tasty like a raindrop She’s got the look Heavenly bound Cause heaven’s got a number When she’s spinning me around Kissing is a colour Her loving is a wild dog She’s got the look She’s got the look, -’she’s got the look’- She’s got the look, -’she’s got the look’- What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue When everything I’ll ever do, I’ll do for you And I go: la la la la la She’s got the look Fire in the ice Naked to the t-bone Is a lover’s disguise Banging on the head drum Shaking like a mad bull She’s got the look Swaying to the band Moving like a hammer She’s a miracle man Loving is the ocean Kissing is the wet sand She’s got the look She’s got the look, -’she’s got the look’- She’s got the look, -’she’s got the look’- What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue When everything I’ll ever do, I’ll do for you And I go: la la la la la She’s got the look Walking like a man Hitting like a hammer She’s a juvenile scam Never was a quitter Tasty like a raindrop She’s got the look And she goes: Na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na na na, She’s got the look She’s got the look, -’she’s got the look’- She’s got the look, -’she’s got the look’- What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue When everything I’ll ever do, I’ll do for you And I go: la la la la la She’s got the look What in the world can make you so blue When everything I’ll ever do, I’ll do for you And I go: la la la la la Na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na na na, She’s got the look And she goes: Na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na na na, She’s got the look -’she’s got the look’- And she goes: Na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na na na, She’s got the look -’she’s got the look’- And she goes: Na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na na na, She’s got look -’she’s got look’-... |
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No fair, they're not even native speakers of English! :laugh: :p Seriously though, that song sucks. |
I gave you everything I had
You took my heart and broke it bad I'm not the kind who can take it alone I've got nothing more for you I want somebody who needs me too I've given up, boy I'm chasing my joy And you can make your own You're not the only one 'Cos my time will come You can shatter glass With your heart of stone But you won't get far on your own You keep running hot and blowing cold And everything you hold Just falls apart like shattered glass It really doesn't matter to me Where you're going and who you see I know that I can make it this time It doesn't matter any more Since you've gone and walked out that door I made a new start I found a true heart I'm gonna make it mine Go out and have your fun 'Cos my time will come You can shatter glass With your heart of stone But you won't get far on your own You keep running hot and blowing cold And everything you hold Just falls apart like shattered glass You can shatter glass You can shatter glass You're not the only one Go out and have your fun 'Cos my time will come You can shatter glass With your heart of stone But you won't get far on your own You keep running hot and blowing cold And everything you hold Just falls apart like shattered glass |
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