Make A Circuit With Me is one of those perfect pop songs. Fun, clever thematic lyrics, a great beat and a simple message. It’s infectiously pleasant, and could likely bring a smile to anyone’s face. Some songs are just classic, and this is one of them.
And of course, the lyrics:
A sweet romance is not for me
I need electricity
If you wanna make me flip
Hit me with a micro chip
I’ll be a diode, cathode, electrode
Overload, generator, oscillator
Make a circuit with me
Just plug in and go-go-go
I’ll be your human dynamo
Signals in my power cord
Impulse on my circuit board
I’m an AC/DC man
You can read my circuit diagram
I feed on electric jolts
I need fifty-thousand volts
A sweet romance is not for me
I really need electricity
If you wanna make me flip
Come on and hit me with a micro chip
I’m an AC/DC man
You can read my circuit diagram
I feed on electric jolts
I need fifty-thousand volts
This has to be the most fun song I’ve ever heard about drug addiction.
Hateful was one of the most memorable songs from London Calling, likely because of it’s upbeat, Bo Diddly style rhythm, the call and response style vocals, and the very singable chorus. The lyrics are obviously about a man who is addicted to heroin (most likely), and his single minded pursuit of his next fix, loathing himself the whole time.
Here’s a link to a tribute video
And of course, the lyrics:
Well, I got a friend who’s a man (who’s a man)
What man?
The man who keeps me from the lonely, the only
He gives me what I need
What you need? What you got?
I need it all oh so badly
Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
Hateful
And it’s paid for and I’m so grateful to be nowhere
This year I’ve lost some friends
Some friends? What friends?
I dunno, I ain’t even noticed
You see, I gotta go out again
Again? My friend
I gotta see that main man
Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
Hateful
And it’s paid for and I’m so grateful to be nowhere
You know – ooh
Yeah
Ooh
Yeeeeeeah… Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
Hateful
Yep, and it’s paid for and I’m so grateful to be nowhere
I killed all my nerves
My nerves? What swerves?
And I can’t drive so steady, an already
I’ve lost my memory
My mind? Behind!
I can’t see so clearly
Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
hateful
(Anything I want) he gives it to me
(Anything I want) me
(Anything I want) but not for free
(Anything I want) to me
Anything I want
Camel Walk is a funny song with a great guitar line, perhaps more psychobilly than rockabilly, but either works. The lyrics are really amusing, and I love the guitar lines. It’s also nice that it’s such an upbeat, fun song–a celebration of–well, various things that make men and women happy.
And of course, the lyrics:
Baby, Would you eat that there snack cracker
In your special outfit for me, please?
owwwWEEEEE!
Yo ye pharoahs, let us walk
Through this barren desert, in search of truth
And some pointy boots, and maybe a few snack crackers.
OWWWW WEEE baby, you make me wanna walk like a camel.
OWWWW WEEE, walk!
Who’s in charge here, where’s my Captain’s wafers?
Don’t go around hungry now, the way you eat that oatmeal pie,
Makes me just wanna die, baby, OWWWW
You make me wanna walk like a camel.
OWWWW WEEE, walk!
Say, you don’t think there’s any way I could get that quarter
From underneath your pointy boot, do ya?
All I want is just one more oatmeal pie.
OWWWW WEEE, Little Debbie, Little Debbie
I’m a comin on home, baby, ’cause you make me wanna walk
Like a camel, OWWWW WEEE!
I Wanna Be A Flintstone is a funny song that rocks. It’s got a great rockabilly beat, it’s funny, and it’s catchy. I love the ending the best, as lead singer Bill Carter improvises some simple one liners that make things cute and amusing.
And of course, the lyrics:
I wander around in the twilight zone
A little baby Flintstone all on my own
I wander around in the twilight zone
A little baby Flintstone all on my own
Betty and Barney are the folks next door
I’m crawling around all over the floor
(Yabba dabba doo time Yabba dabba doo time)
I wander around in the twilight zone
A little baby Flintstone on my own
I wander around in the twilight zone
A little baby Flintstone on my own
I live in a house with a bedrock door
I crawl around all over the floor
(Yabba dabba doo time Yabba dabba doo time)
I wander around in the twilight zone
A little baby Flintstone all on my own
I wander around in the twilight zone
Baby Flintstone all on my own
Dino is my dinosaur
His tail’s in the kitchen
And his head’s out the door
(Yabba dabba doo time Yabba dabba doo time)
Dino Dino (Yabba dabba doo time)
Have you seen Wilma (Yabba dabba doo time)
(Little baby Flintstone)
What did you say Wilma
(I wanna be a Flintstone) Wilma
(Yabba dabba doo time) Wilma
(Little baby Flintstone) Wilma
(Yabba dabba doo time Yabba dabba doo time)
(Yabba dabba doo time) Wilma Wilma
(Yabba dabba doo time Yabba dabba doo time)
(Yabba dabba doo time)
Hold it hold it hold it hold it
Hold it hold it hold it
Oh boy
I’d love to spend the next ten minutes telling you about the deep meaningful lyrics of this song, the aeolian modes used by the band, and how the song marries the soulfulness of Marvin Gaye with the brilliance of Mozart.
I’d love to tell you that, but I’d be lying. This is just a plain fun rocking tune. So shut up and dance.
And of course, the lyrics:
Well my baby and me went out late Saturday night
I had my hair piled high and my baby just looks so right
Well, pick you up at ten got to have you home by two,
Mama don’t know what I’ve got in store for you
Well that’s alright ’cause we’re looking as cool as can be
Well we found a little place that really didn’t look half bad
I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox
Well, I put a quarter right into that can, but all it played was disco man
C’mon pretty baby, let’s get outta here right away.
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out
We’re gonna rock this town, make ‘em scream and shout
Let’s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock
We’re gonna rock till we pop, we’re gonna roll till we drop
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out
Well we’re having a ball just bopping on the big dance floor
Well there’s a real square cat he looks nineteen seventy four
Well, you look at me once, you look at me twice,
You look at me again there’s gonna be a fight
We’re gonna rock this town, we’re gonna rip this place apart
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out
We’re gonna rock this town, make ‘em scream and shout
Let’s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock
We’re gonna rock till we pop, We’re gonna roll till we drop
We’re gonna rock this town, rock this place apart
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out
We’re gonna rock this town, make ‘em scream and shout
Let’s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock
We’re gonna rock till we pop, We’re gonna roll till we drop
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out