Good Friday night fare, “Jeepster.” Don’t even think about trying to get it to sync.
In case you haven’t considered the lyrics in any depth, here they are.
You’re so sweet, you’re so fine
I want you all and ev’rything just to be mine
‘Cos you’re my baby, ‘cos you’re my love
Oh girl I’m just a jeepster for your love
You slide so good with bones so fair
You’ve got the universe reclining in your hair
‘Cos you’re my baby, yes you’re my love
Oh girl I’m just a jeepster for your love
Just like a car you’re pleasing to behold
I’ll call you Jaguar if I may be so bold
‘Cos you’re my baby, ‘cos you’re my love
Oh girl I’m just a jeepster for your love – oh
The wild winds blow upon your frozen cheeks
The way you flip your hip it always makes me weak
‘Cos you’re my baby, ‘cos you’re my love
Oh girl I’m just a jeepster for your love – oh
Your motivation is so sweet
Your vibrations are all burning up my feet
‘Cos you’re my baby, mmh, ‘cos you’re my love
Oh girl I’m just a jeepster for your love
I said girl I’m just a vampire for your love
I’m gonna suck you
Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o wow
A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a ow, wow yeah, vampire!
I object to the words genius and TRex appearing on the same page.
Way to spoil a Friday night Dan.
This is wrong on so many levels. I have the urge to grab a pitchfork and light a torch. Damn you…damn you to hell.
Time to go to church29.
I had the unique displeasure to see marc bolan live in calgary ‘bout ‘77…fat pig came out on stage with a whip, insulted the crowd and left. the saving grace was having blue oyster cult on stage first!
Not to mention the fact that those lame lyrics from the fey Mr. Bolan are no doubt about someone who, yannow, doesn’t have a pooner. “I’m gonna suck you” is usually a tipoff, Dan. Other than that, though….
The following description seems to fit the TRex of Racistdogfakes blog infamy fairly well:
The saga of Marc Bolan (a.k.a. T.Rex) is one of a spunky little dreamer who looked and played the part of an elvish minstrel; whose bizarre voice and songs were dismissed by critics as a fleeting novelty or, worse, a bad joke; and whose most laughable trait of all was a near-mystical belief in his own importance and destiny – in short, a surefire loser who played by rules all his own and went on to become the biggest pop star in Britain.
I have difficulty seeing the star part, the loser part, not so much.
Marc Bolan gets Vivaldi praise: he didn’t write 200 songs, the wrote one song 200 times.
Near magical bongos. Just back-off, non-bongo freeps. That performance was extraordinaire!
Dammit Dan, you’re splitting the Conservative movement! First immigration and now T-Rex!
Seriously, the only reason Bolan is remembered now is the brilliant career move of dying young. It was a great plan44.
Who needs TV when I’ve got T-Rex?
Good thing I read the comments before clicking the video. I thought it was about Mack Bolan “The Executioner”.
Preston–
Dude!
T Rex?
I heard that he’s a genius,
in France.
TRex is dissed and Blue Oyster Cult (no, I’m not going to open up charmap.exe just to insert that stupid umlaut) is praised? No wonder the conservative movement is in such trouble. For chrissakes, people we used to have standards.
Wait, wait, Andrea. Are you seriously saying you think T-Rex was better than Blue Oyster Cult?
My junior high chorus was better than Blue Oyster Cult. Of course, “better than Blue Oyster Cult” isn’t a very high hurdle to clear.
Wash those t-shirts inside out by hand and maybe the rest of the decal won’t peel off.
Don’t use CHARMAP. Just type in Ö—it makes this: Ö
Um, or better, type in Ö
Sometimes preview is not your friend.
McGehee: why should I go to all that trouble?
I actually had to go to CHARMAP to find that information…