SoTD: Men At Work – Be Good Johnny

Skip de skip, up the road
Off to school we go
Don’t you be a bad boy Johnny
Don’t you slip up
Or play the fool
Oh no Ma, oh no Da,
I’ll be your golden boy
I will obey every golden rule
Get told by the teacher
Not to day-dream
Told by my mother:

Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good! Be good (Johnny)!
Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good (Johnny)!
Be good! Be good!

Are you going to play football this year, John?
Na!
Oh, well you must be going to play cricket this year then,
Are you Johnny?
Na! Na! Na!
Boy, you sure are a funny kid, Johnny, but I like you!
So tell me, what kind of a boy are you, Johnny?

I only like dreaming
All the day long
Where no one is screaming…

Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good be good (Johnny)!
Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Be good! Be good! Be good!
Johnny!

Artist: Men At Work
Album: Business As Usual
Release Date: 1982

SoTD: Sammy Hagar – I Can’t Drive 55

One foot on the brake and one on the gas, hey!
Well, there’s too much traffic, I can’t pass, no!
So I tried my best illegal move
A big black and white come and crushed my groove again!

Go on and write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive
Take my license n’ all that jive
I can’t drive É 55! Oh No! Uh!

So I signed my name on number 24, hey!
Yeah the judge said, “Boy, just one more
I’m gonna throw your ass in the city joint”
Looked me in the eye, said, “You get my point?”
I said “Yeah!, Oh yea!”

Write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55!
Oh, yea!

I can’t drive 55!
I can’t drive 55!
I can’t drive 55!
I can’t drive 55!

Uh!

When I drive that slow, you know it’s hard to steer.
And I can’t get my car out of second gear.
What used to take two hours now takes all day.
Huh – It took me 16 hours to get to L.A.!

Go on and write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive
Take my license n’ all that jive
I can’t drive 55!

No, no, no, I can’t drive…(I can’t drive 55!)
I can’t drive… (I can’t drive 55!)
I can’t drive 55!

Artist: Sammy Hagar
Album: VOA
Release Date: 1984

SoTD: The Village People – Macho Man

Body…wanna feel my body?
Body…such a thrill my body
Body…wanna touch my body?
Body…it’s too much my body
Check it out my body, body.
Don’t you doubt my body, body.
talkin’ bout my body, body,
check it out my body

Every man wants to be a macho macho man
to have the kind of body, always in demand
Jogging in the mornings, go man go
works out in the health spa, muscles glow
You can best believe that, he’s a macho man
ready to get down with, anyone he can

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! Ow….

Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I’ve got to be a macho!

Body, its so hot, my body,
Body, love to pop my body,
Body, love to please my body,
Body, don’t you tease my body,
Body, you’ll adore my body,
Body, come explore my body,
Body, made by God, my body,
Body, it’s so good, my body

You can tell a macho, he has a funky walk
his western shirts and leather, always look so boss
Funky with his body, he’s a king
call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains
You can best believe that, he’s a macho man
likes to be the leader, he never dresses grand

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! (all right)

Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! All Right!

Ugh! Macho..baby!
Body, body, body wanna feel my body,
Body, body, body gonna thrill my body,
Body, body, body don’tcha stop my body,
Body, body, body it’s so hot my body,

Every man ought to be a macho macho man,
To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand,
Have their own life style and ideals,
Possess the strength and confidence, life’s a steal,
You can best believe that he’s a macho man
He’s a special person in anybody’s land.

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! (dig the hair on my chest)

Macho, macho man (see my big thick mustache)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! (Dig broad shoulders)

Macho, macho man (dig my muscles!)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho!

Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! HEY!

Artist: The Village People
Album: Macho Man
Release Date: 1978

SoTD: Little Shop Of Horrors – Dentist

[Orin]
When I was younger, just a bad little kid,
My mama noticed funny things I did,
Like shootin’ puppies with a BB gun
I’d poison guppies, and when I was done
I’d find a pussycat and bash in its head
That’s when my mama said

[Crystal, Ronette, Chiffon]
What did she say?

[Orin]
She said, “My boy, I think someday
You’ll find a way
To make your natural tendencies pay
You’ll be a dentist
You have a talent for causin’ things pain
Son, be a dentist
People will pay you to be inhumane
Your temperament’s wrong for the priesthood
And teaching would suit you still less
Son, be a dentist
You’ll be a success

[Crystal, Ronette, Chiffon]
Here he is, folks the leader of the plaque!
Watch him suck up that gas!
Oh, my god!
He’s a dentist and he’ll never ever be any good
Who wants their teeth done by the Marquis de Sade?

[Patient]
Oh that hurts! I’m not numb!

[Orin]
Oh, shut up. Open wide. here I come!
I am your dentist

[Patient]
Goodness gracious!

[Orin]
And I enjoy the career that I picked

[Crystal, Ronette, Chiffon]
Really love it

[Orin]
I am your dentist

[Patient]
Fitting braces

[Orin]
And I get off on the pain I inflict

[Crystal, Ronette, Chiffon]
Really love it

[Orin]
I thrill when I drill a bicuspid

[Crystal, Ronette, Chiffon]
Bicuspid

[Orin]
It’s swell though they tell me I’m maladjusted
And though it may cause my patients distress,
Somewhere, somewhere in heaven above me
I know, I know, that my mama’s proud of me
Oh, mama
‘Cause I’m a dentist and a success
Say ah!

[Patient]
Ah!

[Orin]
Say ah!

[Patient]
Ah!

[Orin]
Say ah!

[Patient]
Ah!

[Orin]
Now spit!

Artist: Little Shop Of Horrors
Album: Little Shop Of Horrors
Release Date: 1986

SoTD: Billy And Lillie – Lucky Ladybug

Lucky Ladybug, lucky ladybug!
A lucky ladybug!

Ladybug, silver dollar, rabbit’s foot,
With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe.
Wishbone, shamrocks got me shook
Singin’ Abracadabra in a cat’s eye.

I wonder, wonder if you love me, guess I’ll ask the star above me
When the moon is bright canary yellow.
It’d really be amazin’ if that crystal ball I’d gaze in
Says I’ll always be your steady fellow!

Ladybug, silver dollar, rabbit’s foot,
With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe.
Wishbone, shamrocks got me shook
Singin’ Abracadabra in a cat’s eye.

Though your words are smooth and soothin’, don’t you feel it’s time for groovin’
Come on, daddy, rock me wild, our band is rollin’. Uh-huh.
Keep it cool, my ducky-wucky, baby doll, our love is lucky
When you walk me down the aisle, we’ll do it strollin’!

Ladybug, silver dollar, rabbit’s foot,
With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe.
Wishbone, shamrocks got me shook
Singin’ Abracadabra in a cat’s eye.

Stupid Cupid gave us fever and an itchy-twitchy feelin’
And a green mosquito must have bit us.
Got us walking like two robbers makin’ moon talking, bobbin’
Like a firefly, splishin’ and a-splashin’.

Ladybug, silver dollar, rabbit’s foot,
With a four leaf clover and a horseshoe.
Wishbone, shamrocks got me shook
Singin’ Abracadabra in a cat’s eye.

Lucky Ladybug, lucky ladybug!
A lucky ladybug!
A lucky ladybug!
A lucky ladybug!
A lucky ladybug!
A lucky ladybug!

Artist: Billy And Lillie
Album: The Golden Age Of American Rock ‘n’ Roll, Vol. 4
Release Date: 1994

SoTD: Talk Talk – Talk Talk

Well did I tell you before
When l was up
Anxiety was bringing me down
I’m tired of listening to you
Talking in rhymes
Twisting round to think
You’re straight down the line

All you do to me is talk talk

If every sign that l see is to complete
Then I’m a fool in your game
And all you want to do
Is tell me your lies
Won’t you show the other side
You’re just wasting my time

All you do to me is talk talk

When every choice that l make is yours
Keep telling me what’s right and what’s wrong
Don’t you ever stop to think about me
I’m not that blind to see
That you’ve been cheating on me

You’re laughing at me when I’m up
Crying for me when I’m down
Laughing for me when I’m up
Crying for me

All you do to me is talk talk

Artist: Talk Talk
Album: Party’s Over
Release Date: 1982

SoTD: The Clovers – One Mint Julep

One early mornin’, as I was walkin’
I met a woman, we started talkin’
I took her home, to get a few nips,
But all I had was a mint julep.
One mint julep was the cause of it all.

I don’t remember just how it started,
I only know that we should have parted.
I stole a kiss, and then another.
I didn’t mean to take it further.
One mint julep was the cause of it all.

The lights were burning low, there in the parlor,
When through the kitchen door, up popped her father.
He said ‘I saw you when you kissed my daughter.
Better wed her right now, or face a slaughter!’

I didn’t know just what I was doin’
I had to marry or face ruin.
A mint julep, a mint julep,
A mint julep, a mint julep,
One mint julep was the cause of it all.

Now, I don’t want to bore you with my troubles
But from now on I’ll be thinkin’ double.
I’m through with flirtin’ and drinkin’ whiskey.
I got six extra children from a-gettin’ frisky.
A mint julep, a mint julep,
A mint julep, a mint julep,
One mint julep was the cause of it all.

Artist: The Clovers
Album: The History Of Rhythm And Blues, Vol. 1
Release Date: 1968

SoTD: Billy Idol – Flesh For Fantasy

There’s a change in pace
Of fantasy and taste
Do you like good music?
Do you like to dance? Oh yeah.
Hangin’ out for a body shop at night
Ain’t it strange what we do to feel alright? Oh yeah.
So when will you call?
I’m experienced Oh yeah…

Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy

It’s after midnight
Are you feelin’ alright oh yeah
Turn on the light, babe
Are you someone else tonight?
Neighbor to neighbor, door to door
Don’t ask questions, there’s time for it all Oh yeah.

Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy

I sing for culture…

Father loves his son,
Mothers, daughters, too.
It’s an old old story,
Cries the new world too.

Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
You cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy

Artist: Billy Idol
Album: Rebel Yell
Release Date: 1983

SoTD: John Anderson – Seminole Wind

Ever since the days of old,
Men would search for wealth untold.
They’d dig for silver and for gold,
And leave the empty holes.
And way down south in the Everglades,
Where the black water rolls and the saw grass waves.
The eagles fly and the otters play,
In the land of the Seminole.

So blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you’re never gonna blow again.
I’m calling to you like a long lost friend,
But I know who you are.
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee,
All the way up to Micanopy.
Blow across the home of the Seminole,
The alligators and the garr.

Progress came and took its toll,
And in the name of flood control,
They made their plans and they drained the land,
Now the glades are going dry.
And the last time I walked in the swamp,
I sat upon a Cypress stump,
I listened close and I heard the ghost,
Of Osceola cry.

So blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you’re never gonna blow again.
I’m calling to you like a long lost friend
But I know who you are.
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee,
All the way up to Micanopy.
Blow across the home of the Seminole,
The alligators and the garr.

Artist: John Anderson
Album: Seminole Wind
Release Date: 1992

SoTD: The Housemartins – We’re Not Going Back

Do you remember the good old days?
An empty stomach and a tear-stained face
Do you remember how it used to be?
The walking dead in the factory
I won’t talk because
It’s not as it was
You don’t want the sack
Then don’t doff your cap

(We are not going back) Don’t back pedal down a broken track
(We are not going back) I’m alright Jack is an easy trap
(We are not going back) No more need for wearing all black
(We are not going back) I’m alright Jack is an easy trap

Do you remember the daily pain
Of walking around with a ball and chain?
Do you recall when it was hard but fair?
You got your share on a line of a prayer.

Please put in my box
Some money for socks
Don’t turn back the clocks
It’s not as it was

(We are not going back) Don’t back pedal down a broken track
(We are not going back) I’m alright Jack is an easy trap
(We are not going back) No more need for wearing all black
(We are not going back) I’m alright Jack is an easy trap

Artist: The Housemartins
Album: The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death
Release Date: 1987