Song: “Something’s Wrong with you!”

 Ok, not every tune I put together takes endless hours of thought.

In this case I had plenty of help: from the other 12 guys on my hand-picked elite house-framing crew.
Somewhere between the first and second floors of a random Cape Cod we started one day to pass the time fishing around with insults. By the end of the afternoon I had collected enough little barbs to malign a moderate-sized wildebeest.
The guys didn’t wanna believe how fast I could race production; songs, that is.
In those days, competition was the whole world; the big Polish guy who could carry 13 2X4s got to sit wherever he wanted for lunch break. And of course as the Owner of the company but also a fellow noble savage who drove his own 20 pounds of nails a day, I wuz all fer it.
Anyway, the bet was that by next morning I’d have made all their slings and arrows into a song.

Sometimes you do have to work till dawn; five bucks iz riding on it.
I won’t say this song is perfect. Lots of little mistakes.  But the thrill of hearing one’s pet insult immortalized… (thinking RCA Victor ‘His Master’s Voice’ here. )
But it did win the bet.

And thanks to the originality of a dozen well-paid carpenters, each blazing with that sweaty youthful arrogance which made cranking out a hundred or so houses a year into less a job than a shining lifestyle.
Enjoy:

Lyrics:
Something’s wrong with you..
Maybe your hat’s too tight
They gotta change your medication
Lower your pilot light

You been gnawing on the woodwork?
Maybe sniffing glue?
Count the cards in your deck
Something’s wrong with you!Something’s wrong with you..
Maybe your hat’s too tight
They gotta change your medication
Lower your pilot light

You been gnawing on the woodwork?
Maybe sniffing glue?
Count the cards in your deck
Something’s wrong with you

Stick your oars in the water
Tuck your shirt-tail in
Look at the way you walk
Look at the shape you’re in!

Tell yer Mamma to tie your shoes
Check your points and plugs
I’m gonna tell you the news:
Something’s wrong with you!

-Instru-

Blow horns!

Something’s wrong with you
Maybe your hat’s too tight?
They got to change your medication
Lower your pilot light..

You been gnawing on the woodwork?
Maybe sniffing glue?
Count the cards in your deck
Something’s wrong with you

Stick your oars in the water
Tuck your shirt-tail in
Look at the way you walk
Look at the shape you’re in!

Tell yer mamma to tie your shoes
Check your points and plugs
I’m gonna tell you the news
There’s something wrong wid you!

Ah, ya look terrible!

All you gotta do is just copy me!

Stick your oars in the water
Tuck your shirt-tail in
Look at the way you walk
Look at the shape you’re in!

Tell yer Mamma to tie your shoes
Check your points and plugs
I’m gonna tell you the news:
Something’s wrong with you!

-Instru-

Blow horns!

Something’s wrong with you
Maybe your hat’s too tight?
They got to change your medication
Lower your pilot light..

You been gnawing on the woodwork?
Maybe sniffing glue?
Count the cards in your deck
Something’s wrong with you

Stick your oars in the water
Tuck your shirt-tail in
Look at the way you walk
Look at the shape you’re in!

Tell yer mamma to tie your shoes
Check your points and plugs
I’m gonna tell you the news
There’s something wrong wid you!

Ah, ya look terrible!

All you gotta do is just copy me!

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9 thoughts on “Song: “Something’s Wrong with you!”

            1. solberg73 Post author

              Wow, had no doubts, but you know where-of you speaketh! Excellent homage to the era, Your voice/ aim is true.
              Plus.. awaiteth more tunes there. Thanks, El

              Reply
  1. solberg73 Post author

    A great, and probably un-answerable question. One insight: (to paraphrase Mos Allison: ‘If you must trade insults.. please, try to make it rhyme! From ‘Yer mind is on vacation, but your mouth is working overtime’)
    Every opportunity to clue a fellow in on his missing/loose screws has its own ‘silver bullet.
    Just sitting here starting from scratch, I’d, these days, go with ‘You need help..big help!’
    The frustration is that most of the deficient ones feel no deficit. Trump?
    At any rate, I never consider a song ‘published’ till I hear from you, and thanks for the sparks.

    Reply

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