O O Ø O O O O
Work It Like A New Boy Should
Texas.
1982.
An unidentified studio apartment, which may or may not have a hot-rod parked out front.
Three guys with facial hair of varying severity occupy the cluttered room. One of them has an electric guitar on his lap.
“Try this out.”
A blistering riff sallies forth.
Gimme all your lovin’ da da da da da da da.
“Solid. Sure.”
“More like that.”
Gimme all your lovin’, don’t let up until we’re through.
“That’s just about a wrap. Let’s flesh it out a bit.”
Gimme all your lovin’, all your hugs and kisses too,
“That sucks, man.”
“You got anything better? Then shut up and let me rock this bit.”
Gimme all your lovin’, all your hugs and kisses too,
Gimme all your lovin’, don’t let up until we’re through,
“It’ll do until we can rework it. Is that a verse or a chorus?”
“If we make it the chorus, we’re halfway done.”
“Let’s continue the theme:”
I’ve got to have a shot of what you got, it’s oh so sweet.
“Nice touch with the shot from the guitar there too.”
You got to make it hot, na na na na na na na na na na.
“Just about there.”
“How about Like a boomerang I need a repeat?“
“You’re kidding.”
“Or Would you like to massage my feet?“
“Let’s go with the boomerang.”
“Why do these things have to be so wordy?”
“Focus. We’re two verses from done.”
You got to whip it up and hit me like a ton of lead,
If I blow my top will you let it go to your head?
“You can come up with that, but not something better than Like a boomerang I need a repeat?”
“Don’t make me come over there.”
“Let’s wrap it up with You got to move it up and use it like a schoolboy would.“
“I haven’t the faintest clue what that means.”
“Sounds dirty.”
“What do you do after you move it up?”
“Pack it up and go home?”
“Doesn’t rhyme.”
“Work it like a new boy should.”
“Who could argue with that?”
“That makes less sense than the boomerang.”
“We can either argue about this, or call it done and go for barbecue.”
“I could eat.”
And that’s how I picture ZZ Top penning the greatest rock ‘n’ roll song of all time:
I’ve got to have a shot — of what you got, it’s oh so sweet.
You got to make it hot, like a boomerang I need a repeat.
Gimme all your lovin’, all your hugs and kisses too,
Gimme all your lovin’, don’t let up until we’re through.
You got to whip it up and hit me like a ton of lead,
If I blow my top will you let it go to your head?
Gimme all your lovin’, all your hugs and kisses too,
Gimme all your lovin’, don’t let up until we’re through.
You got to move it up and use it like a schoolboy would.
You got to pack it up, work it like a new boy should.
Gimme all your lovin’, all your hugs and kisses too,
Gimme all your lovin’, don’t let up until we’re through,
Evan Spence
August 19, 2008
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August 20th, 2008 at 4:09 pm
That just might be the coolest thing I’ve read in a long time.
August 22nd, 2008 at 12:09 am
Classic. Laugh-out-loud funny.
September 25th, 2008 at 1:23 pm
So I decided to watch the entire video. It was great.
My issue is that I cannot separate the music from the video image.
:(
Maybe just maybe video did kill the radio star.