Post A Song That You Hate Which Has Lame Lyrics

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Stealing Your Riffs
My example of a song with lame lyrics which I hate is “Loving You” by Minnie Riperton (1974).

At 11 years old, my little transistor radio was my prized possession. When I first heard that song being played on the radio (Number 1 Hit April 1975), I felt betrayed. The song is insipid.

I still hate it. Yet, I almost feel bad for my disdain, now that I know it started out as a lullaby for Minnie’s baby, Maya Rudolph.

I will admit that Riperton had an amazing voice. The 70’s were chocked full of insipid pop songs, along with some great pop and rock.



Lovin' you is easy 'cause you're beautiful
Makin' love with you is all I wanna do
Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true
And everything that I do is out of lovin' you

La-la la-la-la
La-la la-la-la
La-la la-la-la la-la la la la
Doo'n doo'n doo-doo, ah...

No one else can make me feel
The colors that you bring
Stay with me while we grow old
And we will live each day in springtime

'Cause lovin' you has made my life so beautiful
And every day of my life is filled with lovin' you
Lovin' you, I see your soul come shinin' through
And every time that we, ooh, I'm more in love with you

La-la la-la-la
La-la la-la-la
La-la la-la-la la-la la la la
Doo'n doo'n doo-doo, ah...

No one else can make me feel
The colors that you bring
Stay with me while we grow old
And we will live each day in springtime

'Cause lovin' you is easy 'cause you're beautiful
And every day of my life is filled with lovin' you
Lovin' you, I see your soul come shinin' through
And every time that we, ooh, I'm more in love with you

La-la la-la-la
La-la la-la-la
La-la la-la-la la-la la la la
Doo'n doo'n doo-doo, ah...

Lov ooh, la-la la-la la la la la la
Doo'n doo'n doo-doo, ah...
 
Starland Vocal Band - Afternoon Delight



Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
Gonna grab some afternoon delight
My motto's always been "When it's right, it's right"
Why wait until the middle of a cold, dark night
When everything's a little clearer in the light of day
And we know the night is always gonna be here anyway?
Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
Lookin' forward to a little afternoon delight
Rubbin' sticks and stones together make the sparks ignite
And the thought of lovin' you is gettin' so excitin'
Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Started out this mornin' feelin' so polite
I always thought a fish could not be caught who didn't bite
But you got some bait a-waitin' and I think I might
Like nibblin' a little afternoon delight
Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Be waitin' for me, baby, when I come around
We can make a lot of lovin 'fore the sun go down
Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
Lookin' forward to a little afternoon delight
Rubbin' sticks and stones together make the sparks ignite
And the thought of rubbin' you is gettin' so excitin'
Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Bill Danoff / William T Danoff
 


Said she come from Rio
Lived on a mountain
I met her in Trafalgar Square
She was sitting in the fountain


She took off her hat
And she had lovely hair
Said she smoked marijuana
At the Coco Cabana there

South American lady
You've got that crazy beat
Brazilian beauty
With the flashing feet

Danced to the music
At the Mardi-Gras
Then jumped on the Concorde
You're so lah-di-dah


Si, si
Si, si
Si, si
Si, si


Took her to a disco
In Battersea
I asked her to dance
And then she danced with me

And then I took a chance
Come home with me today
I live in France
We can get there be-E-A

Je suis un rock star
Je avais un residence
Je habiter la
A la south of France

Voulez vous
Partir with me?
And come and rester la
With me in France

But BEA's on strike
There's no planes flying
I can rent a motorbike
At least I'm trying


We could go on the hovercraft
Across the water
They'll think I'm your dad
And you're my daughter

Je suis un rock star
Je avais un residence
Je habiter la
A la south of France

Voulez vous
Partir with me?
And come and rester la
With me in France

Je suis un rock star
Je avais un residence
Je habiter la
A la south of France

Voulez vous
Partir with me?
And come and rester la
With me in France

Je suis un rock star
Je avais un residence
Je habiter la
A la south of France

Voulez vous
Partir with me?
And come and rester la
With me in France


Si, si
Si, si
 
Captain & Tennille - Muskrat Love



Lyrics

Muskrat, muskrat candlelight
Doin' the town and doin' it right
In the evenin', it's pretty pleasin'
Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam
Do the jitterbug
Out in the muskrat land
And they shimmy
Sam is so skinny
And they whirl and they twirl and they tango
Singin' and jinglin' a jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
Looks like muskrat love
Nibblin' on bacon, chewin' on cheese
Sam says to Susie
Honey, would you please be my Mrs?
Suzie she says yes, with her kisses
Now, he's ticklin' her fancy
Rubbin' her ties
Muzzle to muzzle now
Anything goes
As they wiggle
Sue starts to giggle
And they whirl and they twirled and they tango
Singin' and jinglin' a jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
Looks like muskrat love
And they whirl and they twirl and they tango
Singin' and jinglin' a jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
Looks like muskrat love
Do, do, do, do, do
Do, do-e, do
Do, do, do, do, do
Do, do-e, do
Do, do, do, do, do
Do, do-e, do
Do, do, do, do, do

Songwriters: Willis Alan Ramsey
 
Motorik said:


Said she come from Rio
Lived on a mountain
I met her in Trafalgar Square
She was sitting in the fountain


She took off her hat
And she had lovely hair
Said she smoked marijuana
At the Coco Cabana there

South American lady
You've got that crazy beat
Brazilian beauty
With the flashing feet

Danced to the music
At the Mardi-Gras
Then jumped on the Concorde
You're so lah-di-dah


Si, si
Si, si
Si, si
Si, si


Took her to a disco
In Battersea
I asked her to dance
And then she danced with me

And then I took a chance
Come home with me today
I live in France
We can get there be-E-A

Je suis un rock star
Je avais un residence
Je habiter la
A la south of France

Voulez vous
Partir with me?
And come and rester la
With me in France

But BEA's on strike
There's no planes flying
I can rent a motorbike
At least I'm trying


We could go on the hovercraft
Across the water
They'll think I'm your dad
And you're my daughter

Je suis un rock star
Je avais un residence
Je habiter la
A la south of France

Voulez vous
Partir with me?
And come and rester la
With me in France

Je suis un rock star
Je avais un residence
Je habiter la
A la south of France

Voulez vous
Partir with me?
And come and rester la
With me in France

Je suis un rock star
Je avais un residence
Je habiter la
A la south of France

Voulez vous
Partir with me?
And come and rester la
With me in France


Si, si
Si, si
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[Fiddle Tune]

[Intro]
Cum on, Eileen
Cum on, Eileen

[Verse 1]
Poor old Johnnie Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd blame them?
You're grown (You're grown up)
So grown (So grown up)
Now I must say more than ever (Cum on, Eileen)
Toora, loora, toora, loo-rye-aye
And we can sing just like our fathers

[Chorus]
Cum on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (Well, he means)
At this moment
You mean everything
You in that dress
My thoughts, I confess
Verge on dirty
Oh, cum on, Eileen

[Post-Chorus]
Cum on, Eileen

[Verse 2]
These people 'round here
Were beaten down, eyes sunk in smoke-dried face
They're resigned to what their fate is
But no, not us (No, never)
No, not us (No, never)
We are far too young and clever (Remember)
Toora, loora, toora, loo-rye-aye
Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever

[Chorus]
Cum on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (Well, he means)
Ah, cum on, let's
Take off everything
That pretty red dress
Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah, cum on, let's
Ah, cum on, Eileen
That pretty red dress
Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah, cum on, let's
Ah, cum on, Eileen
Please

[Bridge]
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
Now you are grown, now you have shown (Toora, toora, ta-loora)
Oh, Eileen, said
Cum on, Eileen (You've grown)
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
These things, they are real and I know (So grown)
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
How you feel
Now I must say more than ever (Toora, toora, ta-loora)
Things 'round here have changed, I said
Toora, loora, toora, loo-rye-aye
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
(Toora, toora, ta-loora)

[Chorus]
Cum on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (Well, he means)
At this moment
You mean everything
You in that dress
My thoughts, I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah, cum on, Eileen
Cum on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (Well, he means)
At this moment
You mean everything
In that dress
Oh, my thoughts, I confess
Well, they're dirty
Cum on, Eileen
Cum on, Eileen
Woah (Well, he means)
Oh-ho-ho-ho
Ah, cum on, ah, cum on, ah, cum on (Everything)
In that dress
Woah (I confess)

[Outro]
Oh, believe me, if all those endearing young charms
That I gaze on so fondly today
Were to suddenly leave you or fly in the night
Just like fairy gifts gone in the sky


I hate this song even more now that I've read the lyrics.
 


My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big, big, big money, he was gettin' some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that's real, real, real

One in my purse, 'cause I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils
I'm fly as hell, I got 'em thirsty, track and field
I'm on some dumb sh-

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and check him in my automobile
Let him - with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
(Look at her butt)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt

This-This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
It's bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country Anaconda, let me play with his rifle
P-P-Put his butt to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil

Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it 'cause he hang, hang, hang
All in his- like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb sh-

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and check him in my automobile
Let him - with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
(Look at her butt)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
(Oh my God, look at her butt)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Don't, my anaconda don't
Don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt

(Look at her butt)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt
Yeah, he love this fat a-, hahaha!

Yeah, this one is for my b- with a fat a- in the f- club
I said, where my fat a- big b- in the club?
F- the skinny b-, f- the skinny b- in the club
I wanna see all the big fat a- b- in the m- club
F- you if you skinny b-, what? Kyuh
Haha, haha, rrrrrrr
Yeah, I got a big fat-
Come on
Hey
Hey
Hey
 
Peen Simmons said:
“Clever.”

I had never heard this before today. I am sorry I heard it today. I must now hunt Motorik and make him pay for bringing this to my attention.

As far as solo Stones oddities go, this is no “Memo From Tuner.”
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Sometimes I think 'Memo From Turner' might be my favorite song in the entire Stones extended universe. Well, top 3 anyway. 'We Love You' is probably #1.
 
PunkKitty said:

[Fiddle Tune]

[Intro]
Cum on, Eileen
Cum on, Eileen

[Verse 1]
Poor old Johnnie Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd blame them?
You're grown (You're grown up)
So grown (So grown up)
Now I must say more than ever (Cum on, Eileen)
Toora, loora, toora, loo-rye-aye
And we can sing just like our fathers

[Chorus]
Cum on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (Well, he means)
At this moment
You mean everything
You in that dress
My thoughts, I confess
Verge on dirty
Oh, cum on, Eileen

[Post-Chorus]
Cum on, Eileen

[Verse 2]
These people 'round here
Were beaten down, eyes sunk in smoke-dried face
They're resigned to what their fate is
But no, not us (No, never)
No, not us (No, never)
We are far too young and clever (Remember)
Toora, loora, toora, loo-rye-aye
Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever

[Chorus]
Cum on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (Well, he means)
Ah, cum on, let's
Take off everything
That pretty red dress
Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah, cum on, let's
Ah, cum on, Eileen
That pretty red dress
Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah, cum on, let's
Ah, cum on, Eileen
Please

[Bridge]
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
Now you are grown, now you have shown (Toora, toora, ta-loora)
Oh, Eileen, said
Cum on, Eileen (You've grown)
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
These things, they are real and I know (So grown)
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
How you feel
Now I must say more than ever (Toora, toora, ta-loora)
Things 'round here have changed, I said
Toora, loora, toora, loo-rye-aye
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
(Cum on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye)
(Toora, toora, ta-loora)

[Chorus]
Cum on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (Well, he means)
At this moment
You mean everything
You in that dress
My thoughts, I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah, cum on, Eileen
Cum on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (Well, he means)
At this moment
You mean everything
In that dress
Oh, my thoughts, I confess
Well, they're dirty
Cum on, Eileen
Cum on, Eileen
Woah (Well, he means)
Oh-ho-ho-ho
Ah, cum on, ah, cum on, ah, cum on (Everything)
In that dress
Woah (I confess)

[Outro]
Oh, believe me, if all those endearing young charms
That I gaze on so fondly today
Were to suddenly leave you or fly in the night
Just like fairy gifts gone in the sky


I hate this song even more now that I've read the lyrics.
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Personal taste is a funny thing, I absolutely love those lyrics. The Johnny Ray reference, the 'eyes sunk in smoke-dried faces/so resigned to what their fate is', the 'we are much too young and clever' insistent denial. I think it's great lyric-writing, very much in the Van Morrison or Shane MacGowan league.
 
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