Oh, look at the cute little girl singing about animal crackers in her soup! How sweet!
WRONG. This shit is fucking DARK. I didn't really know any of the lyrics until I played it for my kid one day and listened. It was like a Southern Baptist listening to her kid's Faster Pussycat album for the first time.
Animal crackers in my soup Monkies and rabbits loop the loop, Gosh, oh gee, but I have fun, Swallowin' animals one by one. In every bowl of soup I see, Lions and tigers watching me, I make 'em jump right thru a hoop, Those animal crackers in my soup
Not too bad so far. But wait, here comes the second verse:
When I get hold of the big bad wolf I just push him under to drown Then I bite him in a million bits And I gobble him right down!
Holy shit, Shirley. I'm prettty sure holding an animal underwater to drown it is felony animal cruelty. Can't you just picture the wolf thrashing violently in the water under Shirley Temple's tiny hands, gasping for breath as the curly-haired monster forces the life from him?
When they're inside me where it's dark
I walk around like Noah's Ark
I stuff my tummy like a goop
With animal crackers in my soup!
The image of a menagerie of animals sloshing around and slowly dissolving in Shirley Temple's stomach acid is too much to bear. I hope they all died a merciful death before she could sentence to the misery of her portable miniature ark. Also, "goop" as a term for a kind of person must have gone out of fashion at some point in the last 80 or 90 years. Maybe it should be "I stuff my tummy like a GOOP," but only if by "stuff my tummy" you mean "browse over a carefully curated selection of hand-grown tropical fruits and high-mountain imported quinoa."
It goes on, but more boringly. Let's focus on the horror. No wonder it says "Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language" on MetroLyrics.
I would say have a good weekend but I don't think that's possible now.
Remember when I lyric deconstructed "This'll Be My Year" by Train, featuring Pat Whatshisface's terrible, terrible, terrible lyrics? Train fans got SO MAD. Like, kar424 said "I came to this website because i couldn't figure out the baby girl lyric(which you didn't even try to explain), but ended up being semi-offended by alot of what you said. why did you make the generalization that most people don't like Train? From what i read majority of the people here do. what did trian ever do to you?"
Oh, where do I start with what trian did to me, kar424.
Anyway, let's move on to Arcade Fire and "Reflektor." You can tell this song is laden with meaning because they spelled Reflektor with a "k," like European! Also, everything Arcade Fire does is Very Important and Serious.
Trapped in a prism In a prism of light Alone in the darkness Darkness of white We fell in love Alone on a stage In the reflective age
The "reflection" alluded to is created from confirmation bias we create when searching for our salvation. The song begins with “Trapped in a prism, in a prism of light”, the individual feels alienated. The individual then believes they have found the answer while they begin a journey with love, or with religion, or whatever the object of their affective is. The individual then has the epiphany “I thought I found the connector It’s just a Reflektor (It's just a Reflektor)”. The “connector” is not love or religion, it is just an illusion created by our own perspective. My interpretation is that Arcade Fire is pleading for the audience to lift the veil or ignorance.
Oh God. Oh God. Please stop talking.
Entre la nuit, la nuit et l’aurore. Entre le royaume, des vivants et des morts.
Gobbledygook! Or French. Same diff. I think she's saying "Enter the nut. The nut of Laura. Enter the raisin, of Viva and the moles." Something like that.
If this is heaven I don’t know what it’s for If I can’t find you there I don’t care I thought I found a way to enter It’s just a Reflektor (It’s just a Reflektor) I thought I found the connector It’s just a Reflektor (It’s just a Reflektor)
Sounds important! OK, so he thought he found a way to enter but it's just a Reflektor (just a Reflektor). This means that it is an illusion created by our own perspective. Nah, I'm just fucking with you. It doesn't mean anything at all. That's the true meaning of the song: THERE IS NO MEANING.
WHOA. MIND BLOWN. HAVE YOU EVER REALLY LOOKED AT YOUR HAND BEFORE.
The signals we send Are deflected again We’re still connected But are we even friends? We fell in love when I was nineteen And I was staring at a screen Entre le nuit, le nuit et l’aurore. Entre les voyants, les vivants et les morts. If this is heaven I need something more Just a place to be alone Cause you’re my home??? I thought I found a way to enter It’s just a Reflektor (It’s just a Reflektor) I thought I found the connector It’s just a Reflektor (It’s just a Reflektor) It’s just a reflection of a reflection Of a reflection of a reflection Will I see you on the other side? We all got things to hide It’s just a reflection of a reflection Of a reflection of a reflection Will I see you on the other side? We all got things to hide Alright, let’s go back Our song escapes On neon silver discs Our love is plastic We’ll break it to bits I want to break free But will they break me? Down, down, down Don’t mess around I thought I found a way to enter It’s just a Reflektor (It’s just a Reflektor) I thought I found the connector It’s just a Reflektor (It’s just a Reflektor) Thought you would bring me to the ressurector Turns out it was just a Reflektor (It’s just a Reflektor) Thought you would bring to me the ressurector Turns out it was just a Reflektor (It’s just a Reflektor) Thought you would bring to me the ressurector Turns out it was just a Reflektor (It’s just a Reflektor) It’s a Reflektor It’s just a Reflektor Just a Reflektor Will I see you on the other side? It’s just a Reflektor Will I see you on the other side? We all got things to hide It’s just a Reflektor Will I see you on the other side?
OH MY GOD IT GOES ON AND ON AND ON. It's like an 8 minute song! Jesus Christ, Arcade Fire, go get a Coke. Take a break. Songs should only be like 3 1/2 minutes long.
Anyway, I'm sure this is all fraught with meaning. Take it away, Songmeanings.com!
One of Nietzsche's big ideas was that of the "übermensch" - the "overman" that could break free of the conventions of society and humanity to be his true self. Arcade Fire has been big on eschewing technology whenever possible and taking part in human connection (a big theme in The Suburbs), so this ties in with that pretty nicely, I think.
Hark the herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn King!"
Merry Christmas! Or happy holidays or whatever. Today we're taking a look at "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing," which I think we can agree is much better than Charles Wesley's original lyric "Hark! how all the welkin rings." I mean, what the fuck. (Here's the wiki on H!THAS.)
Anyway, the "newborn king" referenced here is probably Elvis. Nah, I'm kidding, it's Jesus. Although Elvis and Jesus had a lot in common! They both had the same middle name, "Aaron," and both were known for healing the sick through the power of their rock.
You don't see a lot of "hark" any more. It would be kinda cool to bring "hark" back instead of, say "hey." "Hark, you going to the store? Can you get me some papers?" "Hark, man, get the fuck off my car!" It would really give a nice Dickensian flair to things. BRING BACK HARK.
"Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!"
I always thought the idea of "God and sinners reconciled" was kinda cute, like they just had a couple of differences of opinion to be sorted out. "OK, God, it's cool," the sinners would say. "We're reconciled." Not exactly Jonathan Edwards-type stuff.
Joyful, all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With th' angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem!" Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new born King!"
Honestly, probably not "all nations." I can't imagine Saudi Arabia is joining the triumph of the skies any time soon. And I don't want to get too nitpicky here, but rhyming "proclaim" and "Bethlehem" is a bit of a stretch, Charles Wesley.
What you MAY NOT KNOW is that H!THAS keeps going! And the second verse is, um, meatier.
Christ, by highest heaven adored; Christ, the everlasting Lord; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb.
Ew. I don't know about you, but I'd rather keep wombs out of my Christmas carols. It's a little, uh, clinical or something. "Christ came down to hang with us / Out of Mary's uterus" Uh, no.
Also, yesterday I learned that 1 in 200 pregnant American women claim to be virgins. Virgin birth is very, very common! Imagine this knowledge had been widespread in Jesus's time. He would have been a successful carpenter and we'd all be worshipping Frank the Horse Trainer or somebody.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; Hail th' incarnate Deity, Pleased with us in flesh to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel.
That's a lot of flesh, Charles Wesley! Also, don't hate me for this, but when I hear "veiled in flesh" the first thing I think of is Ed Gein, not the Godhead.
Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new born King!"
Got it. Thanks, Charles Wesley!
There's a third verse too - I know, mind blown - but let's call it off here. Everybody have a great Christmas or whatever it is you do! See you on the other side.
Why do we hate Train so much? They're just a couple of middle-aged white guys, trying to make it in this world by putting out blandly moronic music to appeal to suburban Moms, dentist office waiting rooms, on-hold music loops, and the functionally retarded. So why do we pick on them and not, say, Maroon 5 or that other thing or that Matchbox thing or whatever?
Maybe it's because their lyrics are so insipid and awful. They've just put out a new album called LOOK AT US! WE'RE FROM CALIFORNIA! LOOK! OVER HERE! "California 37". The first song on the album is called "This'll Be My Year."
In '85, Tuesday morning, Came alive, I didn't know ya Route 66 is gone, And Reagan's here, It won't be long
Nintendo comes, Live Aid, too, Back to the Future Where were you, While I spent all my days In Catholic school?
Oh goody! It's gonna be one of those montage-of-historical-events songs. I really think the Rosetta stone or the Ten Commandments or the Something of these songs is obviously Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire," although that seems to start in the 50's, and Train kicks off in 1985.
Also: I love "Nintendo comes." If you were a Space Alien or a Time Traveler from the Distant Past and you read this, wouldn't you think "Nintendo" was a savage, conquering god or a permanent, malevolent weather condition and not an 8-bit gaming system? I mean, the gravity of it! NINTENDO COMES. *BOOOOM*
In '89, The dream begins, First in line to California, Pete Rose is banned for good, The Simpsons come to Hollywood, Russia leaves Afghanistan, Flight 103 ends Pan Am, Bush is here This is the year That I feel most alone
No more Countin' down the hours No more Wishin' you were here I stopped believin', Although Journey told me 'don't' Before I call it a day, Maybe this'll be my year Maybe this'll be my year Maybe this'll be my year Maybe this'll be my year
I see what you did there! You stopped believin', although Journey told you "Don't"! Like "Don't Stop Believin'"! Although that came out in 1981 and kinda fucks your whole chronology. Anyway, this is why people hate Train. I can't put my finger on it exactly, but there is something so horrible and sad about referencing a Journey song in your song. And in the chorus, no less!
In '92, A boy is born, The skies were blue In Ohio Boris Yeltsin chills, Freddie dies, But Queen is still, Barcelona has the games, Lady Di is single again, Clinton wins, And I still dream That I'll find you someday
Obviously, the first two lines are a reference to "actor" Taylor Lautner, born February 11, 1992. WHAT IS YOUR OBSESSION WITH TWILIGHT STAR TAYLOR LAUTNER, TRAIN SINGER PAT MONAHAN?
This whole verse is full of win. "Boris Yeltsin chills." That's right! "Yo, dude, I be straight chillin, institutin a policy of macroeconomic stabilization, mang. You down?"
In '97, A baby girl, Adds some heaven to the world, Tony Blair tips the scales, Elton sings for the Princess of Wales, Microsoft buys into Mac, My dad has a second heart attack, And Train leaves San Francisco In a thousand-dollar van
Train seems to have a particular interest in events in the British Isles. We got Pan Am Flight 103; Freddie Mercury dying; Lady Di's varying marital states; Tony Blair, always an electrifying figure in popular music, making his inevitable appearance, as he does in most MOR over-compressed pop songs; and Lady Di dying, accompanied by Elton. Odd.
Chorus
2001, The towers fell, The World is stunned, I wish I knew ya I was on a plane, The world would never be the same The artificial heart is born-- Ironic when New York's is torn out Woah-oah-oah-oah
2004, Began in May, On tour when I met ya Facebook joins the Internet, Oldsmobile joins the cassette I met your family It took a while until you kissed me, But when you did, I finally felt at home
Jesus, this is really turning into a slog here. Can we start going in 10-year increments or something?
You wanna know why people hate Train? "The artificial heart is born--/Ironic when New York's is torn out/Woah-oah-oah-oah." Pat had come across the "artificial heart" part of the Wikipedia entry for 2001 and thought "Oh, shit, man, I can totally tie this in!" No.
Chorus
2012, And all I know Is everybody comes and goes Everybody sings and cries, Makes the grade and takes the prize In somethin', nothin', I don't care, Because I always know that you'll be here With me
You're really falling off here, Pat! A lot of stuff has happened already! Here, let me help you:
2012, Greece is broke Honduran prison fire with smoke Farewell to Amadou Toure Deposed as president of Mali North Korean satellite Hunger Games is super-tight Keystone Pipeline hung up in Congress And I still miss your sweet caress
Winter gettin' colder, summer gettin' warmer. Tidal wave comin' 'cross the Mexican border. Why buy a gallon, it's cheaper by the barrel. Just dont get busted singin' Christmas carols.
By this point, about 24 seconds into the song, you're probably thinking "Oh no, here's some more Toby Keith retarded bullshit," and you're partially right. It's difficult to put a charitable spin on "Tidal wave comin' cross the Mexican border." And if you have any reports of anyone being arrested for singing Christmas carols, do forward them.
That's us, that's right Gotta love this American ride. Both ends of the ozone burnin. Funny how the world keeps turnin. Look ma, no hands. I love this American ride. Gotta love this American ride.
I feel like I really don't have to explain that ozone degradation and the rotation of the Earth are two widely disconnected phenomena. I mean, we could lose the entire ozone layer - indeed, the entire atmosphere - and the world would keep turnin, for billions of years. It's angular momentum, a widely-understood property of physics. So it's really not that funny that the world keeps turnin. IT'S NOT FUNNY AT ALL.
But wait! You have to see the video to appreciate this song. I mean, it's a terrible video, but it makes clear that this song is an equal opportunity hater.
There's a fascinating scene that begins around :40. We see the classic American Gothic couple, only they're getting foreclosed on! And what's replacing the family farm? Big box stores!
Now wait a minute. Isn't the guiding principle of unfettered capitalism that you should be free to do whatever you want with your money? So if you're Best Buy or whatever and you want to buy a farm and put up a store there, you should be able to, right? So what's the problem, Toby Keith? What are you, some kind of socialist?
Momma gets her rocks off watchin' Desperate Housewives. Daddy works his ass off payin' for the good life. Kids on the YouTube learnin how to be cool. Livin in a cruel world, pays to be a mean girl.
I guess this is more or less the standard kind of workin-hard-to-make-a-buck-my-wife-don't-understand country music stuff. Hard to have any problem with that.
Chorus
At this stage in the video, we are presented with two interesting animated images. The first is Pat Robertson riding George W. Bush like a horse. Let's set aside the extremely disturbing aspects of this tableau and try to divine what's implied here - that Bush was a tool of the Religious Right? Meh, he certainly had that potential, and God knows what would have happened, but 9/11 kind of took the focus off those nutbags.
The second image is Obama being carried aloft by Wall Street bankers. Hard to argue with that. In fact, that's probably the most straightforward and accurate political commentary in the whole thing.
Poor little infamous, America's town. She gained five pounds and lost her crown. Quick fix plastic surgical antidote. Got herself a record deal, can't even sing a note.
Hmmmm. Well, Dominique Ramirez, Miss San Antonio, did, in fact, lose accuse pageant officials of taking her crown when she gained weight. But I have no information that she got herself a record deal.
(I initially thought this was a backhanded slap at Carrie Underwood, another former pageant contestant who got herself a record deal. But I think the consensus is that she's a perfectly fine singer, although, I confess, I'm not really down with the Nashville gossip.)
Plasma gettin bigger, Jesus gettin smaller. Spill a cup of coffee, make a million dollars. Customs caught a thug with an aerosol can. If the shoe don't fit, fits gonna hit the shan.
I have to confess, when I first heard this, I thought "I, for one, am glad that plasma is widely available! It's a valuable life-saving tool that doctors in emergency situations use every day!" Oh, wait, he's not talking about that, is he. Oh, he means TVs.
Well, so what if TVs are getting bigger! That's progress!
I won't even bother with the frivolous lawsuits thing. Yawn.
The last line is completely impenetrable, and I assume the songwriters just ran out of gas at the end. Just as I have here.
By now you know the story. Dead-eyed teen becomes YouTube sensation through her existentially sad, Auto-tuned pop confection. But why is this the "Worst Song Ever" when something like Britney Spears' "Hold It Against Me" is just terrible? What did Rebecca Black do to deserve this?
Seven a.m., waking up in the morning Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal Seein' everything, the time is goin' Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin' Gotta get down to the bus stop Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)
The problem, perhaps, is this: when we listen to pop music, we want to be transported. We want to hear about happiness, fun, romance. You know what's not fun to hear about? Someone else's morning routine. But that's the genius of this song! It's elevating the mundane to the level of the sublime. Of course you gotta have your bowl! Who among us doesn't? Of course you gotta catch your bus! Me too, Rebecca. Me too.
Kickin' in the front seat Sittin' in the back seat Gotta make my mind up Which seat can I take?
In an analysis of frontal collision data from 1980-91, researchers Donald Huelke and Charles Compton of the U-M Transportation Research Institute found that, when comparing front-seat occupants and rear-seat passengers—both belted and unrestrained—in the same crash, those in the back seat more often than not sustain less severe injuries than those in the front seat.
It's Friday, Friday Gotta get down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend Friday, Friday Gettin' down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun Lookin' forward to the weekend
Fun fun fun! Who could argue with that? Unfortunately - and I think I'm getting at the root of the problem, to the extent there is a problem, with this song - Rebecca's flat affect and mercilessly compressed vocals don't suggest "Fun fun fun" so much as "My overbearing stage Mom is forcing me to do this send help I don't want this." Soembody should slow down the video and see if she's sending a Morse Code message with eye blinks.
7:45, we're drivin' on the highway Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly Fun, fun, think about fun You know what it is I got this, you got this My friend is by my right, ay I got this, you got this Now you know it
That's right, Rebecca. Fun, fun, think about fun. Don't think about the endless mall performances you're going to be required to do or how sad this whole endeavor seems to even the most casual observer. Think about fun. You got this.
[Chorus]
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin') We-we-we so excited We so excited We gonna have a ball today Tomorrow is Saturday And Sunday comes after ... wards I don't want this weekend to end
There are some other days, too. Moonday? Wershday? Something like that. I can't remember. It's not fun fun fun.
Hey, time for a break with our Creepily Older Rapper!
R-B, Rebecca Black So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat) In the back seat (In the back seat) I'm drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah) Fast lanes, switchin' lanes Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!) (C'mon) Passin' by is a school bus in front of me Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all
WHOA. Passing the school bus makes you wanna scream, huh? Stay tuned for our next hit, "Megan's Law Is Such a Drag."
Oh baby, baby indeed. Britney Spears was 16 years old when this song was released, which makes the coquette-in-high-school video both alluring and creepy. Although, I guess it should be pointed out, the age of consent in a whole lot of states is 16.
The song was written by Max Martin, who also wrote a bunch of songs for the Backstreet Boys and wrote “Since U Been Gone,” which is, regardless of how you feel about Kelly Clarkson, a pure pop gem. Max Martin is kind of a pop genius.
How was I supposed to know That something wasn't right here Oh baby baby I shouldn't have let you go And now you're out of sight, yeah
Wait a minute. If Britney didn’t know that something wasn’t right, why did she let him (at least, I’m assuming it’s a “him;” if it’s a “her,” the mind reels) go? You typically don’t let anyone go unless you know full well that something’s wrong.
Show me, how you want it to be Tell me baby 'Cause I need to know now what we've got
It’s impossible to sing “show me how you want it to be” without it sounding sort of like “show me how you want to do me.” I know because we used to cover this song in my old band and people fucking loved it. I bet the “want it to be”/”want to do me” thing isn’t accidental.
[CHORUS:] My loneliness is killing me I must confess, I still believe When I'm not with you I lose my mind Give me a sign Hit me baby one more time
Here we come to the most troubling part of the song. WTF, exactly, does “Hit me baby one more time” mean? I see three possible meanings:
1. Literal: Actually, physically hit me. If this is the correct meaning, this song is very fucking disturbing.
2. Semi-slang: Like, “hit me up,” get in touch with me. A colloquialism I kinda hate but at least makes some kind of sense in the song. But was “hit me up” in common use in 1998, and especially in Sweden, where Max Martin was writing these charmingly ESL lyrics?
3. The Full Vegas: She’s got a hard 15, and the dealer’s showing an 8. “Hit me.” Unlikely. But now that I look at it, you could analyze the whole song as a paean to blackjack. “I shouldn’t have let you go” – shouldn’t have stuck on that pair of 8’s. I should have split. STUPID STUPID STUPID. Again, though, this interpretation seems unlikely.
CONCLUSION: Who the fuck knows? All of the possibilities are weird, in one way or another.
[I do note that, according to Wiki, "The song was originally titled 'Hit Me Baby One More Time,' but it was revised to '...Baby One More Time' since Jive Records executives were concerned that the song would condone domestic violence."]
Oh baby, baby The reason I breathe is you Boy you got me blinded Oh baby, baby There's nothing that I wouldn't do That's not the way I planned it
Well, at the risk of belaboring the obvious, if it’s not the way you planned it, you shouldn’t have let him go. Just saying.
Show me, how you want it to be Tell me baby 'Cause I need to know now what we've got
[Repeat CHORUS]
Oh baby, baby Oh baby, baby Ah, yeah, yeah Oh baby, baby How was I supposed to know Oh pretty baby I shouldn't have let you go I must confess, that my loneliness Is killing me now Don't you know I still believe That you will be here And give me a sign Hit me baby one more time
I guess now these lyrics seem especially poignant in the wake of Britney’s very public crackup, what with the head shaving and the Jason Alexander - no not that Jason Alexander - marrying and all that. I don’t know if it’s her loneliness that’s killing her, but something is. I don’t think being followed around 24/7 by a pack of photographers can be any good for anyone.
[Repeat CHORUS]
I must confess that my loneliness Is killing me now Don't you know I still believe That you will be here And give me a sign Hit me baby one more time
This here's a story about Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue Two young lovers with nothin' better to do Than sit around the house, get high, and watch the tube And here is what happened when they decided to cut loose
Oh, good, a story song! I like story songs. Now, the names "Billy Joe" and "Bobbie Sue" indicate to me that this story probably takes place in the South. You never hear a grownup with two names anywhere else. What if your orthopedic surgeon was named "Jimmy Ray"? Would that freak you out?
Also, who hasn't had that period in your life when all you did was sit around the house, get high, and watch TV? For me, it was called "college." KIDDING. Sort of.
They headed down to, ooh, old El Paso That's where they ran into a great big hassle Billy Joe shot a man while robbing his castle Bobbie Sue took the money and run
Yeah, I knew it was going to be in the South somewhere. Although Texas isn't really the South. Texas is kind of its own thing. When I think "South," I think Alabama, not Texas.
Anyway, back to our story. WHOA, didn't see that coming! They're a crime team. "Hassle" is putting it mildly, isn't it?
Go on take the money and run Go on take the money and run Go on take the money and run Go on take the money and run
Right, the chorus. Not much going on here lyrically.
Billy Mack is a detective down in Texas You know he knows just exactly what the facts is He ain't gonna let those two escape justice He makes his livin' off of the people's taxes
A new character, Billy Mack! He knows "what the facts is"? Steve Miller, please. There's no real rhyme scheme at all in any verse in this song, so would it have killed you to say "what the facts are"?
I love the last line in this verse for a couple of reasons: (1) Steve obviously was trying to think of words that rhymed with "Texas," and you can just see that he went "Oh, taxes, yeah!" and then had to think of some way to make the word "taxes" work in the song, so (2) It's so wonderfully irrelevant. It's like Dirty Harry stopping in the middle of the movie and looking at the camera and saying "You know, it's your tax dollars that pay for necessary police services like the type I provide"; and (3) You have to think that if Steve wrote this in 1996 instead of 1976 it would be something like "He gets his secretary to send his faxes".
Bobbie Sue, whoa, whoa, she slipped away Billy Joe caught up to her the very next day They got the money, hey You know they got away They headed down south and they're still running today
Slipped away from what? Steve left the best part of the story out of the song!! I guess we're supposed to imagine that Billy Mack caught up with them and there was some sort of confrontation, but that's the money shot! C'mon, Steve! That's like not ever seeing the shark in "Jaws," but just having a lot of people talk about how someone got eaten. Not the same effect.
Singin' go on take the money and run Go on take the money and run Go on take the money and run Go on take the money and run Go on take the money and run Go on take the money and run Go on take the money and run Go on take the money and run
I don't want to step on your songwriting or anything, Steve, but it's a little repetitive at this point.
UPDATE: In response to Burrito Justice's request, I have managed to locate the missing verse! Here it is:
Bobbie Sue put the money in derivatives Sold exotic securities like chopped-up mortgages Billy Mack lost the house where he used to live Bobbie Sue took a bailout and run
TK lives and works in San Francisco. He occasionally travels to places east of the Caldecott Tunnel, but not very often. His interests include bars, reality TV, and irony. Things seem to be going fine.
