It’s a metaphor, guys. Mama is horny, and Dad doesn’t get any sleep. They play it all night, and the ‘music’ is all right. Mama’s got a squeezebox, Daddy doesn’t sleep at night. It goes in and out, and in and out…
This was a favorite shtick for rock stars in the 70’s who had to resort to such techniques to get even mildly tittilating songs past the radio censors.
According to the sleeve notes of Scoop (A Pete Townshend solo album consisting of a collection of demos from the Who era) Pete came up with the idea for the song one afternoon, bought an accordion, learned to play it in about 10 minutes and recorded the song as a dirty joke. The Who ended recording it as a space-filler on their 1975 LP, The Who By Numbers, and Pete claims he was completely taken aback that it became a hit.
Alternate interpretation: Tyfs. Or medically speaking, the action of pushing the breasts together to form more cleavage, which is then used to stimulate the partner’s penis.
Why they’d want to do this all night, instead of including at least some of the more popular and mutually gratifying penile-vaginal intercourse, escapes me. But one never knows with artists.
You guys have to stop being so literal. Next thing you’ll want to know is how someone can be a hoochie-coochie man without having a hoochie or a coochie.
Yeah, like a “big, ten-inch… record”. But this one seemed to me, like, so transparent our radio censor had to be on some serious chemicals to not notice/care. Then again I was 14 at the time Squeezebox came out and I do suppose I was specially tuned in to interpret ANYTHING as a sex reference
OTOH it was in a light-hearted vein, and in hindsight it does serve the redeeming function of counterbalancing some of Peter’s forays into “heavy” content.
And if I’m going to have a tune stuck in my head the rest of the evening, as I do now, it might as well be this