Ok, I’m probably spending too much effort on this: I mean, it’s a song by Three Dog Night ferchrissake, a group about as sophistcated as The Cattinooga Cats or Josie And The Pussycats* but this has bugged me for years.
What the hell are they talking about in their song “Joy To The World”?
First, what’s this “Jerimiah was a bullfrog” crap? Is it some obsure Christian pun that, being Jewish, I’m missing (Charles Schultz had Sally talking about “Gladly, the cross-eyed bear” and I didn’t get that one for years) or is it just TDN saying “Hey, ‘bullfrog’ has the right number of syllablles–we’ll use it!”? Is Jerimiah some obscure saint who didn’t have arms or something (why would Jerimiah need help to drink anyway), or are we to assume that he is, in fact, a toad?
And whether he is a frog or saint, what relevance does he have to the next verses? We’ve established that the protagonist of the song either helps armless saints or feeds booze to toads, so (assuming the former) it starts like a Christian/religious song (actually I vaguely recall singing the first verse in summer-camp and associated it with Kumbiya) until you get to the second verse where it changes from a quasi-religious kiddie song to something Isaac Hayes would sing as Chef on South Park (“Now if I were the king of the world/I’d tell you what I’d do/I’d throw away the cars, and the bars** and the walls(?)/and make sweet love to you”)
Then, in the third verse it turns into a Jim Croce song–if Jim C. sang about sissies instead of tough guys (“Y’know I love the ladies/I love to have my fun/I’m a high-night(?) flyer and a rainbow rider/a straight-shootin’ son-of-a-gun”–which sounds like they’re trying to do a Bad Leroy Brown’s or Jim (the one that you don’t mess around with) riff, but only have Liberace to model their song on.
Really—anyone ever figure out what the hell this song is about? Even Neil Diamond’s “I Am, I Said” makes more sense than this one (it’s easy–the singer of “I Am, I Said” is suffering delusions (“Inanimate objects are sentient!”) while having an existential crisis. He proclaims his reality (“I am, I said!”) but, in a nod to Descarte, the narrator fears that proclaiming his existance when there’s no-one around to acknowledge it is sufficient (“but no-one heard at all, not even the chair”))
So, who is Jerimiah and what are they talking about?
Fenris
*But infinitely more pretentious
**If he throws away the bars (and, one presumes, the liquor stores, or what’s the point?), where’s he gonna get the wine that he’s gonna help Jerimiah drink?