Where did that come from?
I am the king of the most random songs getting stuck in my head... right now I'm dealing with Bird is the Word... now this is my fault because of an annoying voicemail I was leaving my friend Jay, but otherwise the weirdest crap just hits me, but a favorite of mine and one of the most random is "Buffalo Stance"... I mean who IS that gigolo on the street? That's classic. Now that one will sneak up on me at any time and its always welcome. I could be doing anything, and I mean anything, and it could seem like the greatest time in the world... but I guarantee you give me a little Neneh Cherry (hippie spelling of Nina) in my head and the whole experience becomes better. I could probably survive being in a POW camp just by hummimg the old classic. Wish I could say the same for her brother though... you get Stay tonight in my head by good old Eagle Eye (hippie name) and my day is pretty much ruined. Worst two songs to get stuck in your head? Rappers' Delight by the Sugarhill Gang, and Hey Santa by Wilson Phillips (sorry Laur, its really bad) especially when its not Christmas time... Well ta ta for now... unfortunately I now have aforementioned Hey Santa stuck in my head so I gotta go listen to the Stance on repeat until my condition gets better...
PS: New version of Home on the Range... "Oh give me home, where the buffalo stance, and we listen to Neneh Cherry all day" Instant classic...
posted by Rye Guy @ 12:14 PM
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Who's that gigolo on the street?
With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
At the boys from home. They all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me!
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of!
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me!
Get funky. Yeah Timmy.
Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ.
So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile
Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
Committed a crime and went inside
It was coming your way but you had to survive
When you lost your babe, you lost the race
Now you're looking at me to take her place.
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me
Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance
Looking good when it comes to the crunch
Looking good's a state of mind
State of mind don't look behind you
State of mind or you'll be dead
State of mind may I remind you
Bomb the Bass...rock this place!
What is he like? What's he like anway?
Yo' man what do you expect the guy's a gigolo man
You know I mean?
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Wind on my face, sound in my ears
Water from my eyes, and you on my mind
As I sink, diving down deep...deeper into your soul.
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
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