Oh how soon we forget:

Tenancious D- Wonderboy

Now it's time for me to tell you about Young Nastyman,
archrival and nemesis of Wonderboy, with powers comparable to Wonderboy.
What powers you ask? I dunno how 'bout the power of flight?
That do anything for ya? That's levitation, holmes.
How 'bout the power to kill a yak from 200 yards away...
with mind bullets! That's telekinesis, Kyle
How 'bout the power to move you?

Thanks a lot, Cap'n. I was hoping that one would forever be forgotten...

but at least someone else here knows my pain.

Hold me....

Can't think of any that have Cotton as a name, but The Railway Children's "Cotton Counting" and The Pogues "Cotton Fields" are good tunes.

Same concept....but which one has the rockin' C-3PO tshirt?!?!?!?






damn, I miss those days.

O' Dana by Big Star

great song - o dana.

if anyone knows of a song mentioning Rodney, that would be sweet.

Only think that comes to mind is

"Rodney Vs. The Governor" - Chip Taylor (Angelina Jolie's uncle - John Voight's older brother - also wrote "Wild Thing" and "Angel Of The Morning")

I vaguely remember some surf song about a Rodney. Maybe the GTO's or something.

how do you know these things?

no songs for me come to mind, but i have had to live with "hey Marky Mark, where's your Funky Bunch?" for about a decade and a half now.

bort

21 years worth of working in radio. Also, music is my principle hobby and music trivia takes up about 70-percent of my memory (another 20-percent taken up by movie and TV show trivia).

And, if I get really stumped, there's a number of cheat lists I can track down, online, at the station and at my house.

"Alex descends into hell for a bottle of milk" - U2 (on a b-side of a cassette single I have)


"C'mon Alex, you can do it,
C'mon Alex, there's nothing to it,
if you want something don't ask for nothing,
if you want nothing don't ask for something!!!"


I used to have a friend named Jeffery who I'd enjoying harassing by screaming: "Jefrey with one 'F', Je-fry!!!"

Then there's how I always read: "Alexisonfire" as "Alex is on fire".

"Rappin Rodney" by Rodney Dangerfield.

I was an ugly kid I never had fun
(no respect, no respect)
They put me through a dog show and I won!
(no respect, no respect)
When I was born I brought no joy
(no respect, no respect)
My old man said he wanted a boy!
(no respect, no respect)
I was an ugly kid always alone
(no respect, no respect)
I had to trick or treat over the phone
(no respect, no respect)
Friends don't call
My phone don't ring
I don't get a break with anything!
(whatsamatta rodney?)
Ah death, where is my sting?!

CHORUS:
It's just Rappin' Rodney
Ain't that your type
No, no
Rappin' Rodney
Get out of sight
It's just
Rappin' Rodney
Make no mistake
Or old
Rappin' Rodney
Can't get a break!

I'm getting old it's hard to face
(no respect, no respect)
Well during sex I lose my place
(no respect, no respect)
Steak and sex my favorite pair
(no respect, no respect)
I have 'em both the same way...very rare
(no respect, no respect)
I know I'm old I could go any minute
(no respect, no respect)
I got a kidney shaped pool with a stone in it
(no respect, no respect)
Doctor Vinnie Boombah that's another one
(no respect, no respect)
I said I wanted to stop aging he gave me a gun
(no respect, no respect)
I told him I got water on the knee
He gave me a sponge and raised his fee
(whatsamatter rodney?)
Ahhhh, It ain't easy bein' me

(CHORUS)

Ah, give me a break
Play somethin' from the forties

Now what kind of music is this?
And how 'bout stardust?

Hey what are you doin'?
That's not stardust!

Listen to this will ya?!
I mean where are the flutes?

What a band...
Hey, don't quit your day jobs!

Look at this!
The drummer carries the melody

Hey tell the bass player
I like his instrument

Hey boys, keep it goin'
Lay it on me
I'm in the groove!

Stuart- Dead Milkmen (although no one knows this song, so no one says anything about it to me).

"You know what, Stuart, I LIKE YOU. You're not like the other
people, here, in the trailer park.

Oh, don't go get me wrong. They're fine people, they're
good Americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe
watch a little Mork and Mindy on channel 57, maybe kick
back a cool, Coors 16-ouncer. They're good, fine people,
Stuart. But they don't know ... what the queers are doing
to the soil!

You know that Jonny Wurster kid, the kid that delivers papers
in the neighborhood. He's a foreign kid. Some of the neighbors
say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it.

Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl.
Kept bugging his old man. "Dad, get me a burrow owl. I'll never
ask for anything else as long as I live." So the guy
breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.

Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I go out in my yard, and there's
the Wurster kid, looking up in the tree. I say, "What are
you looking for?" He says "I'm looking for my burrow owl."
I say, "Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick. Everybody knows
the burrow owl lives. In a hole. In the ground. Why the hell do you
think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?" Now Stuart, do you
think a kid like that is going to know what the queers are
doing to the soil?

I first became aware of this about ten years ago, the summer
my oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival comes into
town every year? Well this year they came through with a ride
called The Mixer. The man said, "Keep your head, and arms, inside
the Mixer at all times." But Bill Jr, he was a DAAAREDEVIL, just
like his old man. He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody,
Look at me! Look at me!" Pow! He was decapitated! They found
his head over by the snow cone concession.

A few days after that, I open up the mail. And there's a pamphlet
in there. From Pueblo, Colorado, and it's addressed to Bill, Jr.
And it's entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our
soil?"

Now, Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city,
there's a big undeground homosexual population. Des Moines, Iowa,
for an example. Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart.
You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government
says it's due to poor farming. But I know what's really going on,
Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens.
They're building landing strips for gay Martians, I swear to
God.

You know what, Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other
people, here in this trailer park."

There are no songs with my name, that I know of. But I've heard "Mellow Yellow" more times than I'd like.

My girlfriend's name is Nadine. She hates it when I sing Frank Black's "Nadine" to her.

I love this song.

Donovan - Happy Mondays

Six cheap people in an empty hotel
Every last one with a story to tell
Give them all pills, so their heads won’t swell
We were borne to a woman whose husband did quite well

Oh sunshine, shone brightly
Through my window today
Could have tripped out quite easy but I decided to stay
Hold out your hand said whitey with the blame
Gonna bring you up so you really dig the pain
Take you under my wings so you’ll never be the same
Cos your wife is so much older and both her legs are lame
A sunbeam shone brightly through my window today
Could have gone 20 miles but I decided to stay

All my flock has packed up and flocked back to hell
Open up the windows so the place don’t start to smell
Carry on with what your doing cos you don’t to it that well
I’ve been umpteen different people and no one else can tell

Sunshine shone brightly through my asshole today
Could have tripped out quite easy but I decided to stay
To stay a while
Come up and see me make me smile
Come up and see me make me smile

we had a party three years later
clean steve wore a robe
he brought a new nick lowe cassette
and played it in the road

Thank you, Robyn Hitchcock.

I was just now finally getting over this, Dov. Thanks for reminding me. Thanks a lot.

holy shit your name is Nick Lowe?

"Bob" (Primus)
"Bob" (Weird Al Yankovic)
"Big Bob" (Bill Frisell)
"The Bob" (Roxy Music)
"Bob & Ray" (Joe Henry)
"B.O.B." (OutKast)
"I'm Bobby 'B'" (Bobby "Blue" Bland*)
"To Bobby" (Joan Baez)
"No Bobby" (Rocket from the Crypt)
"Hey Bobby" (K.T. Oslin)
"Me and Bobby McGee" (Janis Joplin)
"Robert" (Dolly Parton)

*Bonus points for same surname, as well.

All trumped by "Bobby Brown Goes Down" by Frank Zappa.

Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp 'n I'm
Actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work 'n maybe later I'll rape her

Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch
I'm gonna get a good job 'n be real rich
(Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job)

Women's Liberation
Came creepin' across the nation
I tell you people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick

Oh God I am the American dream
(P.U.)
But now I smell like Vaseline
An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch
Am I a boy or a lady . . . I don't know which
(I wonder wonder, wonder wonder)

So I went out 'n bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually me 'n a friend
Sorta of drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
'Long as I gets a little golden shower

Oh God I am the American dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An' I'll do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights sayin', "Thank you, Fred!"
Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic!
Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now; I'm goin' down,
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now; I'm goin' down,
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now; I'm goin' down

And Bobbo, "Bobby McGee" is Kristofferson, Bubba.

The actual reading of Primus lyrics sometimes illuminates that they're not just goofy, but also unsettling:


Bob

I had a friend that took a belt,
Took a belt and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway
Of the apartment where he lived
His woman and his little bro
Came home from the grocery store
Only to find him dangling
In the apartment where he lived

I had a friend who shaved his head
Put his Doctor Martins on
And drew such wonderous pictures
In the apartment where he lived
He praised my creativity,
Though he spoke sarcastically
Oh, the conversations
In the apartment where he lived

I had a friend that took a belt,
Took a belt and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway
Of the apartment where he lived
Rock, she thought him spiteful;
Ler, he thought him pitiful
Me, I've never been back to the apartment where he lived






But then there's:

Bob's Party Time Lounge

Glad you came, glad you're here
Have some champagne, imported beer
Dig down in your dirt bag
And roll us out a spleef
Been erect here now for thirteen days
And I came to get relief
At Bob's Party Time
Pack my nose with cocaine
Feed my filthy hole
Bust out the dancin' women
I'm prone to lose control
And if by chance I fall down
And bust my head on the floor
Just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak
And point me towards the shore
At Bob's Party Time

"laura and tommy were lovers"

I first heard that song in HS when I was dating a girl named Laura. It was nice at first, but then she dumped my ass and I'm not particularly interested in hearing it anytime soon.