Friday, March 31, 2017

398


Oh man, such a pleasure to go through these treasures. So many good riffs and lines. A time and a place captured and kept fresh. 

Dance score: 8.3 (note, score only partially due to strength of album. Other factors, like coffee and MJ strength, attitude, etc, play in. But the album does more of the work than anything else.)

These lyrics cracked me up. Hits close to home though. Young punk calling me out. (But I have hundreds of dances still to go. And you're dead. So there! Love you though.)

Too Pooped to Pop

Casey is an old man who wants to be a teen
He goes to all the dances and they call him cha-cha King
He cha-cha's when the band is playin' rock and roll
He tries to keep in time but the beat leaves him cold
Because he's too pooped to pop, too old a soul
Hips gettin' weaker when he tries to do this stroll
And every time his feet get to go in one way
Here comes a new dance and it's goin' to stray
Chicks told Casey, you better move man
This is only a one night stand
Casey wasn't in time but he was dancin' awhile
Till a cramp caught his leg and he had to change his style
Because he's too pooped to pop, too old a soul
Hips gettin' weaker when he tries to do this stroll
And every time his feet get to go in one way
Here comes a new dance and it's goin' to stray
Casey finally learned to do the hoochie koo
This might have been fine back in '22
Now, I'm gonna give you fellows just a little tip
If you wanna keep your girl you better get hip
Or, you'll be too pooped to pop, too old a soul
You hips are gettin' weaker when you'll try to do the stroll
And every time your feet gettin' to go in one way
Here comes a new dance you'll be left to stray

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