That’s me, real cool, and thanks for noticing. 
But I cannot tell a lie. I didn’t do anything. Your FoxyTunes player probably reads HTML and extracts anything that looks like a song, like an MP3 link. I can pretty much guarantee those links aren’t in a standard database.
There’s no more hunger in Africa?
“She’s so 20th Century
She’s so 1970’s …
She’s a modern girl, oh yeah”
You spin me right round, baby, right round
Like a record, baby…
Like a what?
“Things that still spin, Alex.”
“Like a hard drive, baby…”?
Nope, didn’t know that. I thought it was Irish or something. I don’t think my Mom knows either, it was just an expression as far as we were concerned. It was just the guy who came around to pick up your old washing machine, couch, or lawn mower curbside, regardless of their race. I don’t think any of them were Jewish for that matter- usually caucasian, black, or latino.
"It just so happens I’m free tonight
Would you like to have dinner with me.
So take a letter Maria
Address it to my wife
Say I won’t be coming home
Gotta start a new life"
A secretary, these days, would be likely to tell you to email her yourself, explain the psychological reasons why a rebound relationship wouldn’t be a good idea and then slap you with a sexual harassment suit, muttering “I never really noticed how sweet you are to me? Asshole!” as she left.
In “Radio Radio”, Elvis Costello mentions “seven inches on the reel-to-reel”.
Eight tracks got mentioned on several songs during its heyday, from “The Load-Out” by Jackson Browne (“we’ve got 8-tracks and cassettes in stereo”) to Conway Twitty’s “Red Neckin’ Love Makin’ Night” (“some boogie-woogie on the old 8-track”).
She’s my 20th century fox
Big Ten-Inch Decca
Back in the USSR
Here’s a quarter, call someone who cares.
Not to say that caucausians, blacks, or latinos can’t be Jewish…
Telephones at the house are certainly not obsolete, and neither are people who don’t own cells…
Actually, I always thought it was about sitting out in the sun wearing sunblock SPF 45. (I hear it as “my 45 on”.)
I could be wrong.
We had ann egg (and chicken) man in suburban Cleveland in the '50s. He came around with a truck full of live chickens. If my mother wanted a chicken, he would kill it and pluck it, and we’d do the rest. We used to play with the heads like puppets.
A REAL oldie, “Music! Music! Music!” (warning: plays music)
I was going to mention that one. While payphones still cost a quarter (AFAIK) finding one nowadays can be a bit difficult.
Man, I hate it when phylogeny dicombobulates discography.
Thank you.
If Maria really was acting sweet to her boss, she may well be glad that he’s finally noticed.
Applause!
Earlier in the song, Maria’s boss explains how he’s just found his wife in bed with another man. Until that point, he’d never noticed how sweet Maria was.
Maria’s only good for revenge sex. Maria should be pissed.