I gotta be the one to say
There is just no way
The WD-40 for which I pay
Has any silicone
Rust, I will make you go away
With my oily spray
Hydrocarbons save the day
But there’s no silicone.
Kodachrome.
Penultimate sentence of the OP.
My can of WD-40, 'tis of thee
Sweet can of liberty,
The spray to set things free,
Of thee I sing
Spray free those rusty bolts,
Spray free those squeaky faults,
All tight encumbered parts shall be set free!
From every rust-stained engine mount,
From every rooftop antenna bolt,
Let free movement ring!
Though I know not of what you’re made,
Silicon or hydro-carbonate…
As long as you loosen it,
I really don’t give a shit.
Let freedom ring!
(and, in the spirit of the Dope, thanks for fighting my ignorance 'bout that silicon stuff)
Don Henley, The Boys of Summer
“Out on the road today, I saw a dead-head sticker on a Cadillac.”
and also
“You got that hair slicked back,
And those Wayfarers on, baby.”
Howard Johnson’s got his Ho-Jo working?
“She Don’t Use Jelly” by the Flaming Lips references Vaseline, magazines, and tangerines.
I know one guy who, when he sings “Wild Thing”, adds a line, “You make my cherries Bing”.
Underdog by Turin Brakes also references WD-40, right near the start of the song…
Does Ikea by Jonathan Coulton count? Ikea/Lyrics - JoCopedia, the Jonathan Coulton wiki
Formula 409 in “Betty’s Being Bad” by Sawyer Brown
“Jose Cuervo, You Are a Friend of Mine” by Shelly West
“If I Had a Million Dollars” by Barenaked Ladies:
K-Car (Reliant), little pre-wrapped sausages (but not pre-wrapped bacon), Kraft Dinners (= Macaroni & Cheese) with Dijon ketchup.
This is quite a versatile song. I used it in a thread about “big legged women” a while back. **Taj Mahal sings: Gimme some WD-40, gonna oil my springs. My back is made of whalebone I’m gonna make you sing.
“Don’t Cry For Me, WD-40”?
Duct Tape Madrigal in C Major by Lou Nathanson
Yes.
And Girl Scout Cookies.
Everybody here too young to remember Allan Sherman, are we? (Or S&H Green Stamps for that matter?)
Green Stamps, to the tune of Green Eyes:
*Thrill me with your Green Stamps.
I love your little Green Stamps.
I keep collecting Green Stamps.
I love the way they look.
Oh how I love to pick them.
I pick them up and lick them.
I lick them then I stick them
In my brown Green Stamp book!*
And Oh! how he waxed nostalgic for his late lamented back scratcher!
That Old Back Scratcher, to the tune of That Old Black Magic:
That old back scratcher
Has me in its spell.
That old back scratcher
Like the Chinese sell.
Your plastic fingers
Up and down my spine!
That same old itchcraft
When your touch meets mine!
You tame that tingle
When I’m all alone.
For I am single, so
To itch his own!