I know a lot of people hate this song, but I love it. Then again, I’m sometimes fond of funny little songs like this that are a little atonal and annoying (perhaps some Contortions in the future–we’ll see).
I’m pretty sure this song has no meaning, other than the daisies referring to nipples. Then again, every song does not need a meaning to just be cool.
And of course, the lyrics:
When you lie, kiss your baby bye bye bye
And if you’re true, the whole wide world will laugh with you
When we see nothing’s wrong with you and me
Time will tell, it might even bring a wedding bell
If you think that I’m a loser
Well you suck, ’cause you know I ain’t nothin’ but a user
Of your love I can’t get enough
Girl it’s true, the whole wide world is smiling with you
Push th’ little daisies and make ‘em come up [4x]
Sometimes I know, and sometimes I’m on the go
But I’m comin’ back, so don’t give me no flack, yeah
It’s all you, and it’s me too
And it’s your world, you’s the girl, you’s the girl
Happier than shit, things that might go click with me
Click with you, is that love? Is that love, ohhh…
Push th’ little daisies and make ‘em come up [8x]
Watch the little daisies grow, little daisies grow
Now just push th’ little daisies and make ‘em come up
Watch them grow, watch them grow
As I push the little daisies and make ‘em come up
Make ‘em come up, make ‘em come up,
Make ‘em come up, say
Push th’ little daisies and make ‘em come up [7x]
You Be Illin’ is kind of a weird little song, one that hearkens back to the earlier days of hip-hop. I like it because it’s funny, and also because even though it’s a dis song, it’s not really mean. You could almost imagine them just going back and forth on the stoop, just having fun coming up with silly situations.
And of course, the lyrics:
(One) day when I was chillin’ in Kentucky Fried Chicken
Just mindin’ my business, eatin’ food and finger lickin’
This dude walked in lookin’ strange and kind of funny
Went up to the front with a menu and his money
He didn’t walk straight, kind of side to side
He asked this old lady “Yo, yo, um…is this Kentucky Fried?”
The lady said “Yeah” smiled and he smiled back
He gave a quarter and his order “small fries, Big Mac!”
You be illin’
(To)day you won a ticket to see Doctor J
Front row seat (in free!) no pay
Radio in hand, snacks by feet
Game’s about to start, you kickin’ popcorn to the beat
You finally wake up, Doc’s gone to town
Round his back, to the hoop, and you scream “Touchdown!”
You be illin’
The other day around the way I seen you illin’ at a party
Drunk as skunk you illin’ punk and in your left hand was Bacardi
You went up to this fly girl and said “Yo, yo, can I get this dance?”
She smelt your breath and then she left you standin’ in your illin’ stance
You be illin’
(For) dinner, you ate it, there is none left
It was salty, with butter and it was def
You proceeded to eat it cuz you was in the mood
But holmes you did not read it was a can of dog food!
You be illin’
This song has no real purpose. It doesn’t need one either. It’s Bloodhound Gang being Bloodhound Gang, and that’s good enough for me. We never know why the singer is angry at whomever, but it really doesn’t matter anyway.
Oh yeah, the song’s got a good rocking beat too.
And of course, the lyrics:
You must die I alone am best.
I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you’re forced to swerve
In front of the Beatles’ tour bus
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And “Hard Copy” gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face
Die die die die die die die
Die die die die die die die
I hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam veteran
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize winner
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British Royal Family
And the Rabbi that’s clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we can’t forget the newlyweds
And those Jerry’s Kids are as good as dead
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die
I hope your cellmate thinks he’s God
But C.N.N. refer to him as Bowling Ball Bag Bob
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim’s a Clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the “Silence Of The Lambs” dance to Christian Rock
Eats feces and quotes from “Deliverance”
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince
Die die die die die die die
Die die die die die die die
I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
And forces you to play a game called Balls On Chin
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember fist can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You’re bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
‘Cause he’s the guy ya flipped the bird the other day
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die
I hope you die
Well, this song is just great lunacy, perfect for singing around the campfire or in the bar whilst downing several pints of quality ale or lager. It’s a cute, funny and amusing song, and I’m glad to have heard it many years ago.
Oh yeah, the guys from Love and Rockets (not Los Bros Hernandez, but the band) did some backup vocals on this one.
And of course, the lyrics:
Chorus:
The Devil is my friend
The Devil is my friend
Wherever I go, the Devil goes
The Devil is my friend
I went out one spring morning
To find myself a friend
Someone I could believe in
Until the very end
I found myself the Devil
He was sitting in a bar
He bought me fifteen Rum and Cokes
And then he went too far
Now
Chorus
And now it’s Easter
I’m feeling mighty low
That dirty rotten Devil
He said he had to go
Dirty stinking Devil
I’ll shoot him with my gun
The Devil’s bad, he made me mad
The Devil is a bum
But
Chorus
And Godzilla is my friend
Godzilla is my friend
Wherever I go, Godzilla goes
Godzilla is my friend
And Frank Sinatra is my friend
Frank Sinatra is my friend
Wherever I go Sinatra goes
Frankie is my friend
Chenenko was my friend
And Brezhnev was my friend
And Andropov he just dropped off
Now Gorbachev is my friend
And Love And Rockets are my friends
Love and Rockets are my friend
David, Kevin, Daniel
Everyone of them round the bend
And the Queen is my friend
Harvey Dean is my friend
And Idi Amin know what I mean? -
Was someone they met at a party
Chorus
yee hah.
This is such a cool sounding song, especially if you ever hear it live. The band did a fabulous job at turning this into the angriest, noisiest song out there. It’s a also a funny, bittersweet reaction to being dumped.
There’s a number of comments on SongMeanings
Here’s a link to the video, although I wish I could have found a decent sounding live version.
And of course, the lyrics:
So you wanted
to take a break
Slow it down some and
have some space
Well fuck you too
Give me my money back
Give me my money back
you bitch
I want my money back
(And don’t forget to give
me back my black T-Shirt)
Wish I hadn’t bought you dinner
Right before you dumped me
on your front porch
Give me my money back
Give me my money back
You bitch
I want my money back
and don’t forget
And don’t forget.
Doctor Worm is just a plain, fun song. The horns and the bongos really give it some extra punch, plus it’s got the trademark They Might Be Giants wit.
From Wikipedia:
“Doctor Worm” is a song by They Might Be Giants. The lyrics deal with a man learning to play the drums. He invents a stage name for himself (”Doctor Worm”) though he claims in the song’s lyrics that while he isn’t a real doctor, he is an actual worm, who says he has a friend who plays the bass known as “Rabbi Vole”. It first appeared on the primarily live album Severe Tire Damage, being one of only three studio-recorded songs on the album. It was also released as a single and featured in a music video directed by band member John Flansburgh.
John Flansburgh has mentioned that “Doctor Worm” is the band’s favorite song to perform.
The song has been covered by The Deli Dude’s Band on their album “Cats Hey!”
This song was also featured in an episode of KaBlam!.
There’s some speculation as to the meaning behind the song at SongMeanings. However, I think attempting to analyze the songs of They Might Be Giants is about as wise as messing around with a man named Jim. To me it’s a song about a worm that wants to play drums. Feel free to draw your own conclusions.
And of course, the lyrics:
My name is Dr. Worm
Good morning. How are you? I’m Dr. Worm
I’m interested in things
I’m not a real doctor
But I am a real worm
I am an actual worm
I live like a worm
I like to play the drums
I think I’m getting good
But I can handle criticism
I’ll show you what I know
And you can tell me if you think I’m getting better on the drums
I’ll leave the front un-locked ’cause I can’t
Hear the doorbell
When I get into it I can’t tell if you are
Watching me twirling the stick
When I give the signal, my friend
Rabbi Vole will pay the solo
Some day somebody else besides me will
Call me by my stage name, they will
Call me Dr Worm
Good Morning how are you, I’m Dr Worm
I’m interested in things
I’m not a real doctor
But I am a real worm
I am an actual worm
I live like a worm
I like to play the drums
I think I’m getting good
But I can handle criticism
I’ll show you what I know
And you can tell me if you think I’m getting better on the drums
I’m not a real doctor
But they call me Dr. Worm
This is such a great song, even though it’s a little out of date. If you’re a computer nerd, it’s really quite hilarious, plus IMO it sounds better than the song it’s parodying. There are some great lines (”What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?), and the song rocks nicely too. I love the video as well.
From Wikipedia:
The music video, featuring Drew Carey, a Bill Gates look-alike, and Emo Philips as the object of ridicule, is a parody of several rap videos, and since it is about computers, takes place mostly in an office. Phil LaMarr makes a cameo in the video. The fluorescent-lit tunnel and the outfits Yankovic and Drew Carey wear are roughly based on the performances of Ma$e and Sean “P. Diddy” Combs in the music video for the Notorious B.I.G.’s song “Mo Money Mo Problems”. The scenes within the gymnasium parody the music video for “It’s All about the Benjamins (rock remix)”.
And of course, the lyrics:
It’s all about the Pentiums, baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It’s all about the Pentiums, baby
It’s all about the Pentiums, baby
It’s all about the Pentiums!
It’s all about the Pentiums!
(Yeah!!)
What y’all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard?
Workin’ at a desk with a dumb little placard?
Yeah, payin’ the bills with my mad programming skills
Defraggin’ my hard drive for thrills
I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM
I never feed trolls and I don’t read spam
Installed a T1 line in my house
Always at my PC, double-clickin’ on my mizouse
Upgrade my system at least twice a day
I’m strictly plug-and-play, I ain’t afraid of Y2K
I’m down with Bill Gates, I call him Money for short
I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support
It’s all about the Pentiums, what?
You gotta be the dumbest newbie I’ve ever seen
You’ve got white-out all over your screen
You think your Commodore 64 is really neato
What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?
You’re usin’ a 286? Don’t make me laugh
Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half?
You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette
You’re the biggest joke on the Internet
Your database is a disaster
You’re waxin’ your modem, tryin’ to make it go faster
Hey fella, I bet you’re still livin’ in your parents’ cellar
Downloadin’ pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar
And postin’ “Me too!” like some brain-dead AOL-er
I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller
You’re just about as useless as jpegs to Helen Keller
It’s all about the Pentiums!
It’s all about the Pentiums!
It’s all about the Pentiums!
It’s all about the Pentiums!
What y’all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard?
Uh, uh, loggin’ in now
Wanna run wit my crew, hah?
Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do?
They call me the king of the spreadsheets
Got’em all printed out on my bedsheets
My new computer’s got the clocks, it rocks
But it was obsolete before I opened the box
You say you’ve had your desktop for over a week?
Throw that junk away, man, it’s an antique!
Your laptop is a month old? Well, that’s great
If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight
My digital media is write-protected
Every file inspected, no viruses detected
I beta tested every operating system
Gave props to some, and others? I dissed’em
While your computer’s crashin’, mine’s multitaskin’
It does all my work without me even askin’
Got a flat-screen monitor, 40″ wide
I believe that yours says, “Etch-A-Sketch” on the side
In a 32-bit world, you’re a 2-bit user
You’ve got your own newsgroup, alt.total-loser
Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax
Where’d you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks?
Play me online? Well, you know that I’ll beat you
If I ever meet you I’ll control-alt-delete you
What?
It’s all about the Pentiums!
It’s all about the Pentiums!
It’s all about the Pentiums!
It’s all about the Pentiums!
What y’all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard?
What?
Some songs can justify a lot of analysis, deep thought and meaningful interpretation.
This isn’t one of them.
This is just good old bubblegum-euro-disco-silliness with a great hook. Turn your brain off and enjoy it for what it is, and you’ll be happier.
However, if you do want to know more:
And of course, the lyrics:
Hi Barbie
Hi Ken!
Do you wanna go for a ride?
Sure Ken!
Jump In…
I’m a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it’s fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
I’m a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it’s fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
I’m a blond bimbo girl, in the fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I’m your dolly
You’re my doll, rock’n'roll, feel the glamour in pink,
kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky…
You can touch, you can play, if you say: “I’m always yours”
(uu-oooh-u)
I’m a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it’s fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please
I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees
Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,
hit the town, fool around, let’s go party
You can touch, you can play, if you say: “I’m always yours”
You can touch, you can play, if you say: “I’m always yours”
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
I’m a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it’s fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
I’m a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it’s fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Oh, I’m having so much fun!
Well Barbie, we’re just getting started
Oh, I love you Ken!
There are certain songs that simply have universal appeal, and this is one of them. It’s a story anyone can understand, his mush-mouthed rap style is both annoying and adorable, the song is just so much fun to sing badly, it’s just, well, fun. Not much else to say. It’s very straightforward.
And of course, the lyrics:
Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date
But a year to make love she wanted you to wait
Let me tell ya a story of my situation
I was talkin to this girl from the u.s. nation
The way that I met her was on tour at a concert
She had long hair and a short miniskirt
I just got onstage drippin, pourin with sweat
I was walkin through the crowd and gues who I met
I whispered in her ear, come to the picture booth
So I can ask you some questions to see if you are a hundred proof
I asked her her name, she said blah-blah-blah
She had 9/10 pants and a very big bra
I took a couple of flicks and she was enthused
I said, how do you like the show?
She said, I was very amused
I started throwin bass, she started throwin back mid-range
But when I sprung the question, she acted kind of strange
Then when I asked, do ya have a man, she tried to pretend
She said, no I dont, I only have a friend
Come on, Im not even goin for it
This is what Im goin sing
You, you got what I need but you say hes just a friend
And you say hes just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say hes just a friend
But you say hes just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say hes just a friend
But you say hes just a friend
So I took blah-blahs word for it at this time
I thought just havin a friend couldnt be no crime
cause I have friends and thats a fact
Like agnes, agatha, germaine, and jacq
Forget about that, lets go into the story
About a girl named blah-blah-blah that adored me
So we started talkin, getttin familiar
Spendin a lot of time so we can build up
A relationship or some undderstanding
How its gonna be in the future we was plannin
Everything sounded so dandy and sweet
I had no idea I was in for a treat
After this was established, everything was cool
The tour was over and she went back to school
I called every day to see how she was doin
Everytime that I ccalled her it seemed somethin was brewin
I called her on my dime, picked up, and then I called again
I said, yo, who was that? oh, hes just a friend
Dont gimme that, dont ever gimme that
Jus bust this
You, you got what I need but you say hes just a friend
And you say hes just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say hes just a friend
But you say hes just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say hes just a friend
But you say hes just a friend
So I came to her college on a surprise visit
To see my girl that was so exquisite
It was a school day, I knew she was there
The first semester of the school year
I went to a gate to ask where was her dorm
This guy made me fill out a visitors form
He told me where it was and I as on my way
To see my baby doll, I was happy to say
I arrrived in front of the dormitory
Yo, could you tell me where is door three?
They showed me where it was for the moment
I didnt know I was in for such an event
So I came to her room and opened the door
Oh, snap! guess what I saw?
A fella tongue-kissin my girl in the mouth,
I was so in shock my heart went down south
So please listen to the message that I say
Dont ever talk to a girl who says she just has a friend
This is one of those funny, get-your-hips-moving songs that Bloodhound Gang are infamous for. it’s got a great beat, the narcissistic lyrics are a hoot, and, you know, just get your boogie on.
And of course, the lyrics:
A is for apple
B is for balloons
C is for crayons
D is for drum
Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell
One thousand nine hundred and seventy-two
Thats the year I got here when my dear mothers water blew
Not really realizing the prize thats been begot to her
The bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher
Genius with a penis the few the proud the me
I liked me so much I had to buy the company
Soul for sale sold to satan for a hell of a lotta luck
Im hard to come by like a straight guy working at starbucks
Thank the thinkers that think they thunk the thoughts that theorized
Idolized or despised bet Im gettin recognized
Mount rushmore it? no ignore it cant rock with no big head
Half of the people want me half of the people want me dead
I am the angel of def with my rhymes against humanity
Teeter-tottering between brilliance and insanity
The one part the fuehrer the one part the pope
Its the inevitable return baby of the great white dope
Conclusions you drew proportions you blew
Lost son of iggy? false bigger nose than ziggy? true
Yes my name is jimmy pop no my pops name is dick
Dont admit to kick it slick you thick derelict critic
Put down for missed notes put up with misquotes
Dont want the whole story? should have bought the cliff notes
Like fingerpainting 101 give me no credit for having class
One thumb on the pulse of the nation one thumb in your girlfriends ass
Written on written off scoff callin me a joke
I dont think that Im a sell-out but I do enjoy coke!
I struck gold but never took it for granite thats how I planned it so can it
Around the planet fans demand it and youll never understand it
When I die no lie plan on mass pandemonium
They may display my brain in a pickle jar at the smithsonian
The one part the fuehrer the one part the pope
Its the inevitable return baby of the great white dope
One part the fuehrer one part the pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
One part the fuehrer one part the pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
One part the fuehrer one part the pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
One part the fuehrer one part the pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
Great white dope
Great white dope
Great white dope
Great white dope