Way down yonder on the Chattahoochie
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
-- Chattahoochie, Alan Jackson
and, from one of my fav bands of all time:
She’s so beautiful now,
She doesn’t wear her shoes
-- Let's Go, The Cars
Almost without exception, I love The Cars music. Great hooks, music well put together, excellent pop. But what in the world does someone not wearing shoes have to do with how beautiful they are? It's just a classic, "Huh?" headturner in an otherwise fantastic song. Likewise, in Jackson's Chattahoochie, are hoochie coochies hot? In fact, are hoochie coochies anything at all?
Welcome to the world of the musical senseless. Do you guys have examples of lyrics that just leave you dumbfounded in their idiocy when you listen to them? The list is long and plentiful, I'm quite certain. Give as many as you can.
9 comments:
I lived down there by the 'Hooch, and doggone I hated that song.
The whole song is that dumb. Building the stack of beer cans is its highest ascent.
Yeee Ahhh
Whell sam ash hema hema whampa
hema jima hem whompa dompa hema.
Any Bob Dillon Song
-Doug
Okay, Douggie, your "Bush is in his second term remark" ruffled my feathers, but this... THIS... Oooooooooo!
Bob Dylan, I'll have you know, wrote "If Not for You," which no less than the 70s sensation Olivia Newton John sang. You're not going to try to say that Olivia sang anything silly are you? I sure hope not. She was in GREASE, for crying out loud!!! And XANADU!!!
Dylan's a genius.
Okay
Richie, whatever you say.
But can anyone really understand him to know what he is really saying. I think they wing his lyrics after the fact.
-Doug
The dude that wrote Blowin' in the Wind gets a free pass on everything else.
I'm stay'n on the porch you boys are get'n too riled up. (Milly sips her lemon-aid and rocks on.)
Codepoke,
Good point. Still I can't understand half of what he says...
I was joking you know! Give me a break!
How about this one:
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always stickin' up for you: even when I know you're wrong.
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance, five-hour phone conversations,
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me
Train, Drops of Jupiter
What's wrong with Chicken?
-Doug
I'm afraid I don't get that at all, from that little quote.
I can't imagine? What time is dinner?
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