Boom Boom (Let's Go Back To My Room - Paul Lekakis

Artist: Paul Lekakis
Song: Boom Boom (Let's Go Back To My Room)
Year: 1987
Album: Tattoo It

This song was originally released in 1987, but it didn't appear on an album until 1990. I remember sitting at the kitchen table, in a friend's house, when I first heard this on the radio. The song didn't really grab me, when I first heard it. This is a song that got stuck in my head for awhile. Because of that, the song grew on me.

After the few weeks of constant airplay, the song largely disappeared from radio and was an afterthought in my head. When I became a DJ for a local club in 1998, I thought of this song. The problem arose when I couldn't think of the title or the artist. As it turned out, I had the title all along, or at least part of it. I remembered Boom Boom Boom.

Armed with that information, I kept running into songs that I was already familiar with by artists like John Lee Hooker. It wasn't until I was killing time at 3AM in Walmart, where I actually got my first lead. I saw the song on a nightclubbing compilation of the eighties. The song title seemed right and the elements seemed right, but I wasn't sure about the artist. Paul Lekakis doesn't really sound like a man with a hit eighties dance song. He sounds more like a sensitive acoustic guitar playing seventies songwriter.

I purchased the compilation CD and played it when I got home. The first notes poured out of my speakers and it sounded right. Then, when Paul started to sing the first line, I knew it was the right song. Eleven years after the fact, I tracked down a song that had eluded me for almost as long.

Lyrics:
Hey baby I'd like to talk to you
How about coming back to my room for a little boom boom

You keep coming to me
I can dig your dynamite
Know the way you move
Get in the groove
You're driving me crazy, crazy for you

Second time you moved me
It's time for us to Boom Boom
You can come right close to me
And feel the burning fire
All the time you got me
It's fine for us to boom boom
If you see the spark in me
And feel my strong desire

Boom Boom Boom
Let's go back to my room
So we can do it all night
And you can make me feel right

Boom Boom Boom
Let's go back to my room
So we can do it all night
And you can make me feel right

Do the honor to me
Don't you know I like to bite
Get to the view
Closer to you
You're driving me crazy, crazy for you

Second time you moved me
It's time for us to Boom Boom
You can come right close to me
And feel the burning fire
All the time you got me
It's fine for us to boom boom
If you see the spark in me
And feel my strong desire

Boom Boom Boom
Let's go back to my room
So we can do it all night
And you can make me feel right

Boom Boom Boom
Let's go back to my room
So we can do it all night
And you can make me feel right

Oh Well - Fleetwood Mac

Artist: Fleetwood Mac
Song: Oh Well
Year: 1969
Album: Then Play On

With the mainstream success of Fleetwood Mac, few people realize that the band had been releasing albums as Fleetwood Mac since 1967. Fleetwood Mac started out of one of the early lineups of John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers. Fleetwood Mac's name came from a song that was recorded named after the musicians Mick Fleetwood and John McVie.

Mick Fleetwood remains the only member from the original lineup that is still a part of the group. John McVie was there from the beginning, but did not join the group until partway through the first year. Peter Green was the mastermind behind Fleetwood Mac. The band almost split up after his departure.

Despite Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham being so associated with Fleetwood Mac, they didn't join until the mid seventies. This was Peter Green's last album with Fleetwood Mac and the contributions are wonderful. "Oh Well" is a perfect predecessor to bands like Emerson, Lake & Palmer, mixing in prog rock with blues.

There is actually an error with this song. A few seconds of part one overlaps onto part two of the song. When they were released as one whole song, those few seconds loop again where the original cut was made. Most people don't even notice it. I never did until I read about it.

I often wonder what Fleetwood Mac would have been like had Peter Green not departed abruptly because of illness. Would they be as big as they are now? It's hard to tell. I think that Fleetwood Mac would have enjoyed continued success, but would have floated around the mainstream more. On the bright side, we may have been spared the painful "eighties moments" that came on the soft rock albums that littered that decade. But we would have been denied albums like Rumours and Tusk. It's a tough choice.

Lyrics:
I can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh well

Now, when I talked to God I knew he'd understand
He said, Stick by my side and I'll be your guiding hand
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh well

Seven Nation Army - White Stripes

Artist: White Stripes
Song: Seven Nation Army
Year: 2003
Album: Elephant

If the album White Blood Cells brought the White Stripes to the mainstream, Elephant established them. After I heard "Fell In Love With A Girl", I went back and dug out all the older White Stripes releases. They were surprisingly good. I guess it takes just one song to get noticed. If the rest of your stuff is decent, it will get resurrected.

"Seven Nation Army" was the lead single from Elephant. There was a buzz about this song that was very strong. After the first listen, I thought that it sounded a lot like the type of music that my friend and I make in the garage. It had a grimy sound, but was poppy and stayed in your head for days.

Meg isn't the best drummer in the world, but she also isn't trying to be. She is capable enough for what is required. That simplistic approach works for this song. The song itself is simplistic, but it's simple enough that it works.

I first heard this song on a long drive to a friend's house. I try to listen to most of my music while doing mundane things. It helps me determine if I like a song for the song or for the reputation. I can think of a few songs that I liked by reputation, but ended up not liking in the long run. This is definitely not one of those. This song has a catchy riff and a desirable melody. It's the opening that grabs you and never lets you go.

Lyrics:
I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And a feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera forevermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood
tell me "go back home"

Hurricane - Bob Dylan

Artist: Bob Dylan
Song: Hurricane
Year: 1975
Album: Desire

While clocking in at over eight minutes, "Hurricane" became one of Bob Dylan's longest protest songs. The original recording had harsher lyrics accusing specific people of crimes they were not charged with. The record label forced Bob Dylan to overdub these specific lyrics. Since the lyrics were bleeding through onto other tracks of the song, Dylan had no choice but to rerecord this song. The result turned out faster and is the song that was eventually released.

This song has been accused of being one-sided. It is. Dylan used great artistic license with some of the facts of the case and neglected to mention anything about Rubin Carter's criminal past. Despite those shortcomings, the song elevated Rubin Carter's case into the public eye and probably helped in his eventual release in 1985.

I'm not one to speculate much about things without the facts. Either a triple murderer was released or an innocent man was imprisoned for roughly 20 years. This case is a showcase for what is wrong with the United States judicial system and how some people can exploit flaws in it.

Dylan has not performed this song since 1976, to my knowledge. Despite the sketchy details of the case and the artistic license provided on the song itself, the song is rather catchy. One would have to wonder if the song would have been as successful if the original version had been released. Whatever the case, this song goes by fast, in spite of its length. That's always the sign of a good song. One that seems to be about half the length and leaves you wanting a bit more.

Lyrics:
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land

Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Cats Are Cunts - Triumph The Insult Comic Dog

Artist: Triumph The Insult Comic Dog
Song: Cats Are Cunts
Year: 2003
Album: Come Poop With Me

I first saw Triumph as an amusing puppet on Late Night With Conan O'Brien. I always thought that the skit was amusing, but never quite was laugh out loud. That changed around 2000. The more that Triumph was featured in skit, the more I enjoyed them.

I'm a huge SNL fan and both Robert Smigel and Conan O'Brien were writers on the show. This would seem to be right up my alley, even before it aired. Like most ideas that seem to be one note, I laugh and move on. For some reason, Triumph did not move on. This little puppet dog exploded.

2003 was the height of Triumph's popularity, at least in my estimation. So, when a CD full of songs and skits featuring Triumph and a few comic guest stars appeared, it was a no brainer for a pickup. This isn't an album that I can listen to all the time, but every once in awhile, the time will be perfect for a little pick me up.

When I first saw the title "Cats Are Cunts" on the album, I knew it would be very blue. I wasn't disappointed with that. It was an average song with the right amount of winks thrown in. What makes the song, is the appearance by Conan O'Brien. The deadpan delivery just sells the piece and the audience reaction is the icing on the cake.

Lyrics:
You know...
Dogs aren't clever
they eat their own dung
they whine like babies and sweat through their tongue
The big ones are stupid the small are high strung
but cats are cunts

You know..
Dogs are filthy
they get ticks and fleas
they drag their asses
and give Lyme disease
you have to train them,
pick up their crap on your knees
but cats are cunts

1, 2, 3..cats are cunts
cunts are cats
cats are cunts
cunts are cats
it’s easy to learn
so let’s all say that
cats are cunts
cunts are cats
cats are cunts
cunts are cats
so spread the word
through your own habitat

You know...
Dogs get rabies
they drool and they fart
they drink from toilets,they’re not very smart
they get worms but their better than their counterpart
cause cats are...

Excuse me
Hello, what's the problem here
Conan O'Brien, what do you want
This is my show!
My, my, my show!
What are you doing here?

Yes?

What the hell are you doing?!

I don't know. Singing a little ditty.

I have put up with you crap for years, but tonight you have crossed some kind of line. This is wrong.

Oooo, this is wrong. What would Letterman say?

This is clearly a crowd that expects more from you, Triumph. You have an audience of intelligent people here.

Hee hee hee hee.

Triumph, you could appeal to these people's higher nature.

Alright, what are you going to do about it?

I was listening backstage. I like the melody. I wrote some lyrics that I think speaks to the intelligence and humanity of this crowd tonight.

Heh, heh. Good luck.

You know...
People should live together in peace
Very nice
We wouldn't have war, famine or disease
Brothers and sisters should do as they please
But cats are cunts

Conan O'Brien ladies and gentleman! Conan O'Brien!

Alright!
1, 2, 3..cats are cunts
cunts are cats
cats are cunts
cunts are cats
it’s easy to learn
so let’s all say that
cats are cunts
cunts are cats
cats are cunts
cunts are cats
so spread the word
through your own habitat

Why do you think they call it pussy?

Cats are cunts!

The Day That Never Comes - Metallica

Artist: Metallica
Song: The Day That Never Comes
Year: 2008
Album: Death Magnetic

Metallica comes back with their boldest statement in years, but it's ultimately too late. There are great songs to be discovered on this album, but most of it is run of the mill Metallica. The focus seems to be on recapturing their older sound, which it does to a degree, but it never quite captures the same magic.

"The Day That Never Comes" is a decent song. It will be in my playlist from now on. It just lacks something that puts it over the top. The song starts off slow and ballad-like, like the Metallica of late. Then it degrades into an older style of Metallica. Thrashing guitars and poppy drums, which sound a little too tinny. The old growl of James Hetfield slowly creeps in toward then end, but it never fully emerges.

The beginning of the song is nothing special, but the last half of the song redeems it, in my eyes. My first taste of Metallica was the Ride The Lightning album. Despite what many think, Metallica has always gravitated towards the slow, melodic songs. The Kill 'Em All album would be the only album that doesn't really have a slower song.

The video for "The Day That Never Comes" is supposed to be a serious statement about the horrors of war. The video turns unintentionally funny in parts. A soldier drags a wounded soldier around like Linus drags around his blue blanket. The unharmed soldier also props up the wounded soldier against a military vehicle, only to see him slowly slump towards the ground and drool, when his attention is focused in another direction.

This song is not their best, but it certainly beats a lot of what's out there already.

Lyrics:
Born to push you around
Better just stay down
You pull away
He hits the flesh
You hit the ground

Mouth so full of lies
Tend to black your eyes
Just keep them closed
Keep praying
Just keep waiting

Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the son shine never comes, no

No, the son shine never comes

Push you cross that line
Just stay down this time
Hide in yourself,
Crawl in yourself,
You’ll have your time

God I’ll make them pay
Take it back one day
I’ll end this day
I’ll splatter color on this gray

Waiting for the one,
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the son shine never comes

Love is a four-letter word
And never spoken here

Love is a four-letter word
Here in this prison

I suffer this no longer,
I’ll put an end to this I swear
This I swear

The son will shine
This I swear
This I swear
THIS I SWEAR!!!

Lightning Crashes - Live

Artist: Live
Song: Lightning Crashes
Year: 1994
Album: Throwing Copper

There's always been something special about this song. I think that it's in the buildup. The song starts out very simple and soft and gradually grows from there until the song is full blast screaming in your ear. Then, as the song ends, it abruptly falls back to the beginning vibe.

The climbing is so gradual that you don't realize that the song is rising towards a crescendo and ultimate climax. Ed Kowalczyk's voice is superb in this song. It strikes just the right balance. It certainly isn't weak and it doesn't belt out until tomorrow, like say Michael Bolton. The singer, not the office worker.

Although this was released in 1994, my memories of it are from 1995. It seemed to be all over the radio in early 1995. The first time I heard this song on the radio, I nearly stopped the car and pulled over. I could not believe that Live could do a song like this. It seemed so passionate and relevant.

The song's subject matter is unusual for a pop song, but you never know what's going to be popular. If you did, you'd see more careers that top the charts for more than a decade. The birth of a child and the death of a mother is a very serious and poignant subject for a song. I think that the lyrics give the song the extra power that it needs to pull this off.

I liked Live's other songs, but this song struck me with the right chord and possibly at the perfect moment. It captures a mood and a feeling that both optimistic and sad. I'm not saying that this would be the perfect song to play at a bittersweet occasion, but it might be better suited for the car ride home.

Lyrics:
lightning crashes, an old mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door

lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her tensions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now to the baby down the hall

oh i can feel it coming back again
like a rolling thunder chasing the wind
forces pulling from the center of the earth i guess
i can feel it
i can feel it

lightning crashes a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue coloured eyes
presents the circle
puts the glory out too high, high

oh i feel it coming back again
like a rolling thunder chasing the wind
forces moving from the center of the earth i guess
i can feel it
i can feel it

ooooh i
oooooh i
oooh i

i can feel it coming back again
like a rolling thunder chasing the wind
forces moving from the center of the earth i guess
i can feel it

i can feel it coming back again
like a rolling thunder chasing the wind
forces pulling from the center of the earth i guess
i can feel it

i can feel it coming back again
like a rolling thunder chasing the wind
forces pulling from the center of the earth i guess
i can feel it
i can feel it
i can feel it

One More Minute - "Weird Al" Yankovic

Artist: "Weird Al" Yankovic
Song: One More Minute
Year: 1985
Album: Dare To Be Stupid

I've always been a huge fan of Weird Al. I always liked novelty songs and I would spend most Sunday nights listening to Dr. Demento. Sure, it's one thing to like Weird Al's parodies, but it's quite another to like his style parodies and originals. Sometimes they measure up to the parody songs and frequently they surpass them.

This song is an original in the style of doo wop. Supposedly, the song's origins started with a bad breakup. Whatever the origin, this is one of the best songs off of the Dare To Be Stupid album. That is an album that is pretty consistent in quality.

I was fortunate enough to see this song performed live in 1999. While the entire concert was a blast, Al outdid himself and walked into the audience during this song and started to interact with the crowd. It was a huge moment. My date and I had seats along the aisle and Al walked right past us. It was pretty thrilling.

Nothing could match the excitement after the concert though. We got to meet "Weird Al" Yankovic! He was as nice as you would expect him to be. Even though there was a line of people, Al took the time to speak with everyone in the line. Not just hellos and such, but an actual conversation. Ours lasted about 20 minutes! I'm sure I made a complete fool of myself, but that's OK. I got to meet an childhood idol of mine and was able to wrangle plenty of signed stuff.

Lyrics:
Aahh

Well I heard that you're leavin' (leavin')
Gonna leave me far behind (so far behind)
'Cause you found a brand new lover
You decided that I'm not your kind (aahh..)

So I pulled (I pulled) your name out (name out) of my Rolodex (oohh..)
And I tore all your pictures in two
And I burned down the malt shop where we used to go
Just because it reminds me of you (dippity dippity doo)

That's right (that's right) you ain't gonna see me cryin'
I'm glad (I'm glad) that you found somebody new
'Cause I'd rather spend eternity eating shards of broken glass
Than spend one more minute with you

I guess I might seem kinda bitter
You got me feeling down in the dumps
'Cause I'm stranded all alone in the gas station of love
And I have to use the self-service pumps

Oh, so honey, let me help you with that suitcase
You ain't (you ain't) gonna break my heart in two
'Cause I'd rather get a hundred thousand paper cuts on my face
Than spend one more minute with you

I'd rather rip out my intestines with a fork
Than watch you going out with other men
I'd rather slam my fingers in a door (yah)
Again and again and again and again and again

Oh, can't you see what I'm tryin' to say, Darlin...

I'd rather have my blood sucked out by leeches (leeches)
Shove an icepick under a toenail or two
I'd rather clean all the bathroom in Grand Central Station with my tongue
Than spend one more minute with you

Yes, I'd rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumbtacks
Or stick my nostrils together with crazy glue
I'd rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double-edged razor blades
Than spend one more minute with you

I'd rather rip my heart out of my ribcage with my bare hands
and then throw it on the floor and stomp on it 'till I die
Than spend one more minute with you

Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles

Artist: The Beatles
Song: Strawberry Fields Forever
Year: 1967
Album: Magical Mystery Tour

This is either one of the greatest accomplishments of the sixties or an overwrought piece of self-indulging trash, depending on who you ask. I choose to think of this song as the former. It is the birth of studio innovation.

This song started out as a simple acoustic song and blossomed into the gem we all hear today. A friendly rivalry with the Beach Boys turned into a cavalcade of the finest music of the decade. The Rubber Soul album inspired the Beach Boys to record Pet Sounds. "Strawberry Fields Forever" and Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band were the answer to that album.

This song was partially responsible for the shelving of the Beach Boys SMiLE album. When Brian Wilson heard "Strawberry Fields Forever", he felt that the Beatles had acheived the sound that the Beach Boys were trying to get.

There was a promotional film shot for this song. It can be argued that without this film, there would be no MTV in 1981. There would be nothing but live performance videos. It featured reversed film, stop motion animation and jump cuts. A truly innovative piece of film that has gone on to inspire thousands of artists.

This is one of the songs that inspired the Paul Is Dead hoax of 1969. At the end of the song, the words "cranberry sauce" can be heard. If you are in the right frame of mind, it could be thought of as, "I buried Paul" at the end of the song. In other mixes of the song, "cranberry sauce" is more clearly heard.

Lyrics:
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right, that is I think it's not too bad.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know and it's a dream.
I think I know I mean a 'Yes' but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Kitty - The Presidents Of The United States Of America

Artist: The Presidents Of The United States Of America
Song: Kitty
Year: 1995
Album: The Presidents Of The United States Of America

The band's name is a mouthful, but the music is poppy and sublime. Fans usually call them PUSA for short. After a hugely successful single, "Lump", fans rediscovered this single that was released shortly before. When "Lump" shot up the charts, people were looking for anything that would satisfy their blood lust for PUSA. So, naturally, they turned to other tracks on the debut album and anything that was released prior.

"Kitty" is a piece of pure pop gold. It doesn't get nearly as much credit as "Lump" or "Peaches" gets. If you stretch your imagination, "Kitty" could be about anything. On the surface, it's about an outside cat and its owner. Although, many people think it's about an unfaithful girlfriend. I tend to be more optimistic and take the lyrics at face value for this one.

I was a huge PUSA fan in the mid nineties. I thought all of their songs were well crafted and catchy. I still listen to most of the songs today. They seem to be a band with a sense of humor and good nature. I would call them a grunge band with "Weird Al" Yankovic tendencies. I can remember my friends shout in the line about the kitty spending the night outside. If nothing else, I'll hang on to that memory for the rest of my life.

Lyrics:
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Meow, meow
Meow, meow

Little bag of bones been out all night
Little bag of bones been out all night
Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door
Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door
Little bag of bones been out all night

He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his head
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his rain-soaked hide
He's circlin' around my ankle
He's circlin' around my ankle
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his hide
Hey Kitty won't you come inside

Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it

Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Meow, meow
Meow, meow

Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
I'm Lost in his little yellow round eye
Lost in his little yellow round eye
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied

Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans
Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans
Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night
Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night
Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night outside

Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it

Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it

Touch it, I want to touch it
I wanna touch it, I wanna touch it
I wanna touch it, wanna touch it
I wanna touch it

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it