I was ready with Van Halen and Thomas Dolby… but was beaten to 'em. I can’t believe riserius1 said Ebn-Ozn! (nice going)
I got two. First from The Clash, who may have been the pioneers of this genre:
‘Overpowered by Funk’
If you ain’t reggae for it…funk out!
No-one knocking at your door?
Overpowered by funk? Funk out!
…and whatever happened to Martin Fry of ABC…
‘Look of Love’
And though my friends just might ask me
They say “Martin maybe one day you’ll find true love”
I say “Maybe, there must be a solution
To the one thing, the one thing, we can’t find”
(BTW subject is B52’s Cindy Williams - ‘love shack’)
which segueways right into
“to move your butt to the dance floor…everybody over here everybody over there…”
which of course is not a textbook example of 80’s talking, but there you have it!
sidle, you beat me to Nasty Girls. But I see your seven inches and raise you a "Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called Life . . . "
Ahhh-I’ll bet you are about the same age as me, Em.
Young is as young does!
Anyway, there’s actually no singing involved. Its a slow song in which Morris bets Jerome that he can get this young lady in the sack in 19 phrases. He talks to her throughout the whole thing:
“…and in my betroom (sic), I have a brasssssss…waterbeyt.
OH LAWD!
Mmmm-hmmmm. It’s just-
surrounded
by plants and lights and shit,
and all kinds of little erotic artifacts…”
etc. etc.
It was on the same tape as the well-known songs-maybe a greatest hits album?
Original version by Iggy Pop, on The Idiot in 1977.
That album features another notable spoken-word moment, the introduction to “Dum Dum Boys” where Iggy recounts the unfortunate fates of the rest of the Stooges.
Lust for Life also had some memorable spoken intros, such as the one for “Tonight” where Iggy describes watching a lover go into an overdose, and “Turn Blue” where he apparently overdoses himself. The latter features the immortal line “Jesus, this is Iggy.”
Well, you can’t have that, but if you’re an American citizen you are entitled to:
a heated kidney shaped pool,
a microwave oven–don’t watch the food cook,
a Dyna-Gym–I’ll personally demonstrate it in the privacy of your own home,
a king-size Titanic unsinkable Molly Brown waterbed with polybendum,
a foolproof plan and an airtight alibi,
real simulated Indian jewelry,
a Gucci shoetree,
a year’s supply of antibiotics,
a personally autographed picture of Randy Mantooth
and Bob Dylan’s new unlisted phone number,
a beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stick,
Rosemary’s baby,
a dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams,
a new Matador, a new mastodon,
a Maverick, a Mustang, a Montego,
a Merc Montclair, a Mark IV, a meteor,
a Mercedes, an MG, or a Malibu,
a Mort Moriarty, a Maserati, a Mac truck,
a Mazda, a new Monza, or a moped,
a Winnebago–Hell, a herd of Winnebago’s we’re giving 'em away,
or how about a McCulloch chainsaw,
a Las Vegas wedding,
a Mexican divorce,
a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot,
or a baby’s arm holding an apple?
