Muskrat Love: World's best ever lyrics?

Can you woo woo woo?
Can you woo woo woo?

A little Jeffrey Osborne never hurt anyone...

 

Tell Automatic Slim , tell Razor Totin' Jim
Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie, tell Fast Talking Fanny
A we gonna pitch a ball, a down to that union hall
We gonna romp and tromp till midnight
We gonna fuss and fight till daylight
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
All night long
All night long
All night long
Tell Kudu-Crawlin' Red, tell Abyssinian Ned
Tell ol' Pistol Pete, everybody gonna meet
Tonight we need no rest, we really gonna throw a mess
We gonna to break out all of the windows,
we gonna kick down all the doors
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
All night long
All night long
All night long
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam, that everybody gonna to jam
Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust on the floor
Tell Peg and Caroline Dye, we gonna have a time
When the fish scent fill the air, there'll be snuff juice everywhere
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
All night long
All night long
All night long
All night long
All night long
All night long

 

At least you all know what these lyrics are....who the fuck knows what the Kingsmen were singing about in "Louie Louie."

 

Weren't they singing about a guy who works on a ship and misses his girl back home? Music was so much simpler before hip hop....
And how much does pop radio suck these days? Man, Dick Clark must be rolling in his grave.

 

Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My motto's always been; when it's right, it's right.
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.
When everything's a little clearer in the light of day.
And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
looking forward to a little afternoon delight.
Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
and the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite
But you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling
a little afternoon delight.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Please be waiting for me baby when I come around.
We could make a lot of lovin' 'for the sun goes down.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Repeat chorus.

 

This thread could be dominated by the brilliance that was Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs:

Uno, dos,
one, two, tres, quatro.

Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw.
Had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.

Hatty told Matty: "Let's don't take no chance.
Let's not be *L-seven*, come and learn to dance."
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.

Matty told Hatty: "That's the thing to do.
Get you someone really to pull the wool with you."
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.

 

The fact that Phil put on his Cockney accent for the song didn't help much, either.

 

Fish heads, fish heads,
Roly-poly fish heads,
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat them up, yum!

Fish heads, fish heads,
Roly-poly fish heads,
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat them up, yum!

In the morning,
Laughing happy fish heads,
In the evening,
Floating in the soup!

Fish heads, fish heads,
Roly-poly fish heads,
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat them up, yum!

Ask a fish head
Anything you want to,
They won't answer,
They can't talk!

Fish heads, fish heads,
Roly-poly fish heads,
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat them up, yum!

I took a fish head
Out to see a movie,
Didn't have to pay
To get it in!

Fish heads, fish heads,
Roly-poly fish heads,
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat them up, yum!

They can't play baseball,
They don't wear sweaters,
They're not good dancers,
They don't play drums!

Fish heads, fish heads,
Roly-poly fish heads,
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat them up, yum!

Roly-poly fish heads
Are never seen drinking cappicino
In Italian resturaunts,
With Oriental women, yeah!

Fish heads, fish heads,
Rolly-poly fish heads,
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat them up, yum!

Fish heads, fish heads,
Rolly-poly fish heads,
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat them up, yum, yum!

Fish heads, fish heads,
Roly-poly fish heads,
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat them up, yum!

Fish heads, fish heads,
Roly-poly fish heads,
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat them up, yum!

Yeah....

 

One of my favourite Tommy Roe songs....

Oh, sweet pea
Come on and dance with me
Come on, come on, come on and dance with me
Oh, sweet pea
Woncha you be my girl?
Woncha, woncha, woncha be my girl?

And here's a hockey fave....

Na na na na
Na na na na
Hey hey hey
Goodbye

 

If you were listening to the radio in the 1970s, you remember the Captain and Tennille. This Grammy-winning couple's hits include Muskrat Love, You Never Done It Like That, Love Will Keep Us Together, Do That To Me One More Time, and many more. They'll be online to talk about their newest release, Captain and Tennille Ultimate Collection: The Complete Hits, and their musical memories.


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Beverly Hills, CA: "Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam" . . . what exactly is "Muskrat Love" about?

The Captain and Tennille: hahahaha!

T: You'd have to ask the guy who wrote it. I think it's just a whimsical kind of a joke of a tune. There's nothing serious about it.

D: I've heard reports that it has sexual overtones. I told her it was dirty when I first heard it.

T: Julia Child was upset when we sang it at the White House when we sang it for the queen.


Littleton, Colorado: When you look back on that "Muskrat Love" bru-ha-ha for the Queen of England, what are your thoughts now? Still angry? Does it seem altogether silly as it was then?

The Captain and Tennille: T: I've never been angry! I've laughed through the whole thing. I specifically remember singing it in the East Room of the White House, and we were told to turn the music volume down. In front of us were the Kissingers, and the look on his face! Queen Elizabeth was sleeping, Prince Philip was tapping his foot, and the Fords were lovely. I see them in Palm Springs, and all they remember is I sang a song about mice. It's the only time we ever got into Rolling Stone! The whole thing is ridiculous. Why would you hate the song?

 

Man, I have heard "You Never Even Called Me By My Name" so many times in bars and I've probably sung along with it a thousand times...all of 'em while I was slap-assed drunk. You take those comments back! It's a great tune!

 

The best lyrics ever are right here in this song called "I Wanna Kiss Her" by Tim Cavanaugh
You just have to extend the sounds out ... as in it's really not her ear, it's "her rear" ... which also means that but should really be butt.


              I was riding on a train to Austin, Texas
When a very lovely lady sat next to me
When she got up to eat
She asked if I would hold her seat
I was more than happy to
And now there’s more I’d like to do

I wanna kiss her but … she won’t let me
I wanna whisper sweet nothings in her ear
I wanna hold her behind … closed doors and more
I wanna kiss her but … she won’t let me

When she returned she said she was an actress
She showed me an album of pictures of her opening that she’d been sittin’ on
She seemed as sweet as she could be
But I could clearly see
She was the kind of girl who stole men’s hearts then wrecked ‘em

I wanna kiss her but … she won’t let me
I wanna whisper sweet nothings in her ear
I wanna hold her behind … closed doors and more
I wanna kiss her but … she won’t let me

Well I’ll never forget that train ride down to Austin
We shared our seats, and we shared out tales
But as my mind tries to leave her behind
Regrets are all I find
Cuz I hoped I’d get that girl in the end

I wanna kiss her but … she won’t let me
I wanna whisper sweet nothings in her ear
I wanna hold her behind … closed doors and more
I wanna kiss her but
I wanna kiss her but
I wanna kiss her but … she won’t let me