I like that it’s fun, playful, and displays a level of knowledge you wouldn’t expect from a song whose lyrics include “pack your bags real good”.
It does strike me as a modern, urban version of Kokomo….
Unfortunately, the place described by the Beach Boys (and Kermit The Frog) doesn’t actually exist. Fans of the Beach Boys will be happy to know that a new album is under consideration.
Ok ok, my guilty pleasure is that I like Pitbull. Here’s Mr. Worldwide himself. You have to admit he’s a snappy dresser:
But thanks to these guys, I can’t help but notice the “Dollys.” It cracks me up:
When this song was popular way too many years ago now, I originally mistook the lyrics as “The harder rock and roll is in Cleveland.” Oddly enough, that almost was the song.
It doesn’t help that the Rock and Roll Museum chose to build in Cleveland just 2 years later. Coincidence or destiny??
Really? You’re “tryin’ to find the words to describe this girl without bein’ disrespectful” and the best you can come up with is “Damn that’s a sexy chick!” Maybe we need to expand your horizons a little.
I’m of mixed feelings when it comes to Rihanna. But I do think it’s classy/gutsy to quote the classics (notice the fantastic “locations”):
Heeeeeere’s Johnny:
I’ve become convinced that the Black Eyed Peas are actually performing songs written by a sure-fire no-fail hit writing computer algorithm. How else do you get lines like “Beats so big I’m steppin’ on leprechauns”? People in the place, give it up:
Of course, I prefer the Bad Lip Reading version:
Now, at some point I think the algorithm got “borrowed” by LMFAO:
There. Doesn’t that explain a lot?
In Closing: Scam; is there some reason they couldn’t have raided the store in daytime?; Stereotypes; not normally something one does alone; and that’s why they have to disenfranchise as many people as possible; hope he’s right; look, you silly man, the reason it needs to be better regulated is that if the shareholders and owners lose everything, the FDIC — that is the taxpayers — are on the hook.
Ok, look. She’s been dancing with you for 17 songs and she still won’t tell you her name? If an average song is 4 minutes, that’s over an hour. She’s too polite to say it, but she wants nothing to do with you! I don’t care if “anything goes in a place like this.” Pestering her about her effeminate boyfriend won’t help. Or are you calling her a lesbian because she’s not into you?
In Closing: Foxaganda; whose fault??; austerity could kill your baby; apparently terrorists and the experts who try to stop them don’t know history (what a disasster); who cares about probable cause; and profiling still doesn’t work.