Song Lyric Sunday: I Like Driving in My Car

The prompt for Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adams is
automobile, car, jalopy, vehicle.
The song must contain a reference to the prompt in the title or the lyrics.
If the song does not meet these criteria, please explain why you chose it.


Time for a little Madness, an English two-tone ska band. They formed in 1977, broke up in 1986, and reformed in 1992. And they are still gigging and performing today.

Their music is laced with humour and bounces along like a Space-Hopper on speed. But don’t be fooled: they tackled some deep subjects such as teenage pregnancy (Embarrassment), death (Cardiac Arrest), animal testing (Tomorrows Dream) and Depression (Grey Day).

But today’s pick is a straightforward piece of fluff about a guy’s love of driving. This isn’t my favourite Madness song, but it is so infectious and fun, you’ll want to crank up the old jalopy and take your better half out for a spin.

The video is typical Madness mayhem, but the best bit for me is the car – a white 1959 Morris Minor. My dream car, but only if I can have it in British racing green.

First fun fact of the day: The lads hitching to Coventry in the video are members of fellow ska group, Fun Boy Three.

Second fun fact of the day: They used to be in another fellow ska band, The Specials.

I’ve been driving in my car, it’s not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the GPO owned it before
I drive in it for my job, the governor calls me a slob
But I don’t really care, give me some gas and the open air

It’s a bit old but it’s mine, I mend it in my spare time
Just last week I changed the oil, the rocker valves and the coil
Just last week I changed the oil
Last week it went round the clock, I also had a little knock
I dented somebody’s fender, he learnt not to park on a bender, ha ha ha

I’ve been driving in my car, it don’t look much but I’ve been far
I drive up to Muswell Hill, I’ve even been to Selsey Bill
I drove along the A45, I had her up to 58
This copper stopped me the other day, you’re mistaken what could I say
The tires were a little worn, they were OK, I could have sworn
I like driving in my car, I’m satisfied I’ve got this far

I like driving in my car, it don’t look much but I’ve been far
I like driving in my car, even with a flat tyre
I like driving in my car, it’s not quite a Jaguar
I like driving in my car, I’m satisfied I’ve got this far

Songwriters: Cathal Joseph Smyth / Christopher John Foreman / Daniel Mark Woodgate / Graham Mcpherson / Lee Jay Thompson / Mark William Bedford / Michael Barson
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Song Lyric Sunday: What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?

The prompt for Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adams is Breakup Songs.
The song must contain a reference to breaking up in the title or the lyrics.
If the song does not meet these criteria, please explain why you chose it.


Hmm, are we looking for a song about a broken romance or the song that does the breaking?

People: Beware the curse of the breakup song – it does exist! Just ask John Denver, Billy Joel, George Harrison, and Eric Clapton, among others. Yup, if you compose a song in praise of your spouse, partner or muse: Chances are, that relationship is doomed.

Pattie Boyd must hold the record for the most songs written in her honour. George Harrison penned at least three about her, including the beautiful Something, but she still left him for Eric Clapton.

Who had already poured his unrequited love for her into Layla. Before going on to torture the world with Wonderful Tonight. Sorry, Slowhand fans, but I cannot stand that song. Obviously, Patti couldn’t either; she divorced him. However, her third marriage is very much alive and kicking. Probably because her third husband has never written a song for, or about, her.

The moral of the tale: if your partner offers to write you a song unless you are Linda McCartney, say no.

But enough of laughing at breakups. They are painful and devastating. And here is a song that always reduces me to a snivelling wreck as it brings back hideous memories of the breakups in my life.

The Sunshine After the Rain was written and recorded by Ellie Greenwich for her 1968 album Composes, Produces And Sings. It’s a pretty pop-piece, but if you want a version that will put your soul through the wringer, the cover by Elkie Brooks is the one for you. Released in 1977, the re-titled Sunshine After the Rain was a UK Top Ten Hit for the “British Queen of Blues.”

Everywhere I go
I see a face we used to know
I pass a place we used to go
When you were mine

Since you went away
My heart’s not free
It keeps on raining down on me
Will there be a day when the sun will shine?

I want to see the sunshine after the rain
I want to see bluebirds flying over the mountain again
Oh, where is the silver lining shining at the rainbow’s end?

When I hear your name
I start to cry
Each day’s the same since your goodbye
It’s like a game, forgetting you

Every night I pray
Tomorrow brings a sunny day
And happy things
Just like the way it used to be
For you and me

I want to see the sunshine after the rain
I want to see bluebirds flying over the mountain again
Oh, where is the silver lining shining at the rainbow’s end?

Everywhere I go
I see a face we used to know
I pass a place we used to go
When you were mine

Since you went away
My heart’s not free
It keeps on raining down on me
Will there be a day when the sun will shine?

I want to see the sunshine after the rain
I want to see bluebirds flying over the mountain again
Oh, where is the silver lining shining at the rainbow’s end?
I want to see bluebirds flying over the mountain again
Oh, where is the silver lining shining at the rainbow’s end

Songwriters: Ellie Greenwich
©UMG (on behalf of EMI), Sony ATV Publishing

There is also a Eurodance cover by Berri, which samples I Feel Love by Donna Summer. Frankly the less said about that one, the better.

Song Lyric Sunday: Two Pigs in Containers

The prompt for Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adams is Bugs and Insects.
The song must contain a reference to bugs or insects in the title or the lyrics.


Welcome to Song-Lyric-Sunday! The song I’ve chosen today is Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana. The word “mosquito” is mentioned. But you’d be forgiven for not catching it because this grunge anthem is a wall-to-wall mumble fest.

For years, I thought they were singing I’ve two pigs in containers rather than I feel stupid and contagious. And I’m not the only one with selective hearing, “Weird Al” Yankovic does an excellent parody of both the song and video with a little ditty called Smells Like Nirvana. Fun Fact of the day: the real Nirvana loved it.

I was no longer a teenager back in 1991 when Smells Like Teen Spirit was first released. But I fell in love with its raw energy and bubbling anger. But one thing I don’t love is mosquitos.

When everyone else is prancing about in shorts and t-shirts on a beautiful summer evening, I am the sad sack in long trousers, long sleeves, and a light scarf wrapped around my neck and head. Oh, and not forgetting my socks. If I don’t, then any exposed skin will take on the look of a 3D relief map of the Himalayas. Mosquitos simply adore my Teen Spirit!

Load up on guns, bring your friends
It’s fun to lose and to pretend
She’s over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey

I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind

Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial

Songwriters: Chris Novoselic / David Grohl / Kurt Cobain
© BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

And here is “Weird Al” for your own compare and contrast moment.

The short life and tragic death of Kurt Cobain have been widely covered on other sites and blogs, so I won’t talk about that today, but here is a wiki link for those who want to read more.

Song Lyric Sunday: Americana

The prompt for Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adams is American Music, which is any song played by an American group or artist.


Robert Johnson was an American-born blues guitarist, singer, and songwriter who allegedly sold his soul to the devil at a crossroads in exchange for musical success.

If this is true, the devil had the last laugh because Johnson spent most of his career as an itinerant musician. He only gained the recognition he deserved some twenty years after his death.

A master of the Delta Blues, Johnson only recorded 29 songs before he died in 1938, at 27. Some claim he was murdered, and others maintain he died because of illness. Even the whereabouts of his grave is a mystery.

His music is introspective, soulful and passionate, but my choice for today is They’re Red Hot, a song that is a departure from his usual style.

The music historian Ted Gioia describes it as:

The most light-hearted interlude in all of Johnson’s oeuvre, opening up a different perspective on this supposedly devil-haunted soul.

This is one of my favourite stress-busting songs. I crank up the volume, sing along, and dance around the room like a crazy person. Bliss!

Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
I got a girl, say she long and tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got ‘em for sale, yeah

Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime
Would sell you more, but they ain’t none of mine
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got ‘em for sale, yes, yeah

Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
I got a letter from a girl in the room
Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now
It’s hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got ‘em for sale, yeah

Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got em for sale (they’re too hot boy)
The billy got back in a bumble bee nest
Ever since that he can’t take his rest, yeah
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes you got ‘em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got ‘em for sale

Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
Man don’t mess around em hot tamales now ’cause they too black bad,
If you mess around ’em hot tamales
I’m gonna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep
I’ll due to break away your liver and dare your heart to beat ’bout my
Hot tamales ’cause they red hot, yes they got em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got em for sale, yeah

Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
You know grandma loves them and grandpa too
Well I wonder what in the world we children gonna do now
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale, I mean
Yes she got ‘em for sale

Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford
Well we wind that thing all on the runnin’ board, yes
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale, I mean
Yes she got ‘em for sale, yeah

Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale (they’re too hot boy!)
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes, now she got em for sale
You know the monkey, now the baboon playin’ in the grass
Well the monkey stuck his finger in that old ‘Good Gulf Gas’, now
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale, I mean
Yes she got ‘em for sale, yeah

Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale
I got a girl, say she long and tall
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall, yes
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got ‘em for sale, I mean
Yes she got ‘em for sale, yeah

Songwriter(s): Robert Johnson
© Concord Music Publishing LLC

PS I suspect the hot tamales the lady has for sale is one enormous euphemism…

Song Lyric Sunday: Ladies Who Lunch

The prompt for Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adams is
Breakfast, Brunch, Dinner, Lunch, Snack, Supper.
The song must contain one of these words in either the title or the lyrics.
If the song does not meet these criteria, please explain why you chose it.


Written by Cole Porter in 1934, Miss Otis Regrets is a jolly song about a society lady who murders her unfaithful lover. A lynch mob then kills her. But with her dying breath, she sends an apology for breaking a lunch date.

In spite of its grisly theme, and slightly tongue-in-cheek lyrics, this is a minor key little beauty of a tune. And has been covered by many. Including a growly version by Marlene Dietrich, Bette Midler giving it a jazzy swing and Kirsty MacColl accompanied by the Pipes and Drums of the Scots Guards(!?).

But my go-to artist for this track is Ella Fitzgerald, and here she is.

Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today
She is sorry to be delayed
But last evening down in Lover’s Lane she strayed, madam
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today

When she woke up and found that her dream of love was gone, madam
She ran to the man who had led her so far astray
And from under her velvet gown
She drew a gun and shot her lover down, madam
Miss Otis regrets, she’s unable to lunch today

When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, madam
They strung her upon the old willow across the way
And the moment before she died
She lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today

Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today

Songwriters: Cole Porter
© Warner Chappell Music, Inc