One fall morning I was in a Bookman’s store, browsing among the vinyls, in the midst of crunch season for winter finals. What little student budget I had was reserved for basic essential groceries and hygiene. But seeing the Spike Jones album in stock, I decided I can power through several lunch hours to afford this Disc. Bought it instantly, the following listening sesh on the vinyl player, my Spike Jones was next in order. To an audience of my roommates who are unaccustomed to many satirized or genuine songs of the era. My best summarization equates it to “famous and infamous shitposts of the 40s”. Not the normal music taste but the bizarre composition and universal motif in terms of humor and bullshittery made this an instant hit. Never before did a vinyl purchase being so much enthusiastic memories.
Recently I heard about Hitler having flatulence. And now, when I hear the horn after "HEIL!", I think of him giving the salute with his other hand under his arm.
See the girl with cymbals on her fingers Entering through the door Ruby glistening from her navel Shimmering around the floor Bells on feet go ting a-ling a-linging Going through my head Sweat is falling just-a-like-a tear drops Running from her head Now she's dancing, going through the movements Swaying to and fro Body moving, bringing back a memory Thoughts of long ago Blood is rushing, temperature is rising Sweating from my brow Like a snake, her body fascinates me I can't look away now Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Give me time to breathe Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Or I'll have to leave Now, she's moving all around the tables Luring all in sight But I know that she cannot see me Hidden by the light Closer, closer, she is getting nearer Soon she'll be in reach As I enter into a spotlight She stands lost for speech Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Give me time to breathe Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Or I'll have to leave Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Give me time to breathe Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Or I'll have to leave Now I hold her, people are staring Don't know what to think And we struggle knocking over tables Spilling all the drinks Can't they understand that I want her? Happens every week Heavy hand upon my collar Throws me in the street Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Give me time to breathe Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Or I'll have to leave
the reversed footage was wonderful. Perfect mix here. I also don't think I noticed Donald Duck making swastika shapes when I watched that cartoon. Heil-larious. Kinda brings Sabotenda to mind
I first heard this song when I was 3 years old, and for the past 17 years my dad has been quoting "super duper super men". The best thing about it that makes my childhood better retroactively is them flipping the bird on "heil"
История из жизни. Один очень большой любитель музыки, коллекционер песен и мелодий, а также популяризатор всего, что он знает из области музыки (известный человек в своих кругах) по имени Борис, рассказал в ночном радиоэфире, что он имел первую очень близкую любовную связь с женщиной-ткачихой - под эту песню (!) ❤️❤️
Today they are cheering dictators, and it would be nice to have this song texted for Putin and his entourage, the same apes like the nazis.....oh, they are living roday in Ucraine, sorry!
Personally I feel the band went up a notch with Terry Sylvester. The harmonies were certainly better. One of the best bands from the 60s. Take me back there please.❤
My mom had our sewgirlin Japan make me and my brothers the fluffy sleeve shirts! Glorious. I was so happy with my bellbottoms to go with. Felt like a rock star.
Its so cute when Tony tells Allan what to tell the audience about the Belly Dancer he aas going to say the girl made a living taking off her then Tony said no don't say anything
