Songs I Don’t Know Well Enough

There are always going to be songs you don’t know well enough.

I say enough because you’ll want to know them better when they come on, so you can sing them in your head. You don’t know them because they are cheesy, but they are catchy cheese.

Like you don’t own the record, but you kind of know the song, or maybe you don’t want to sing along in your head.

For me anyway, one of these songs is Footloose, by the great Mr Kenneth Loggins.

I don’t know any of the words apart from:

Everybody cut. Everybody cut.
Everybody cut. Everybody cut.
Everybody cut. Everybody cut.
Everybody cut foot loose!!!

It’s certainly an impassionned request, and if someone told me it was a protest song about hunting animals using snares, I’d probably buy it.

But the verse. What is it?

Jeez… Luis.
Kick out the chimpanzees.

or

Please: no squeeze.
It come up to my knees.

then

Jack. Go back.
Pick up my hackeysack.

or maybe

Plaque attack,
climbing up the NASDAQ.

or something.

Then it goes to the bit where he pleads for people to sever his leg at the ankle, as I mentioned before.

The thing is, I just don’t know. Maybe I am so desperate for it to be about monkies in a bullish stockmarket that I sing that in my head.

Like So Lonely by The Police, which to me sounds like “Sue Lawley”. Try it – especially the big after key change and the guitar solo where Sting brings it into the last chorus.

I feel Sue Lawley, Lawley, Lawley, low.
Lawley, low!
I FEEL SUE LAWYLEY!!!
Sue Lawley!
Sue Lawley!
Sue Lawley!

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Ohhh – just so you know, I hit publish and it told me that this was post number 666. Is Sue Lawley in league with my namesake?