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Wednesday, 6 July 2011

Our favourite loud braggart

Everyone should know that the greatest Beach Boy is Mike Love. Not only is he the only one left standing but he also wrote the Beach Boys' best song - Kokomo.

In anticipation of Tom's forthcoming 'In Defence of Mike Love' (for not everyone loves the Love), here's something to whet your appetite - a montage of Mike's lung-bursting intro to 'Be True to Your School'.

Lyrics are below - NB, Mike is only singing the first word for the full 5 minutes of this video.



Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!
Some loud braggart tries to put me down
And says his school is great
I tell him right away
"Now what's the matter buddy
Ain't you heard of my school
It's number one in the state"

So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school

I got a letterman's sweater
With a letter in front
I got for football and track
I'm proud to wear it now
When I cruise around
The other parts of the town
I got a decal in back

So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school

On Friday we'll be jacked up on the football game
And I'll be ready to fight
We're gonna smash 'em now
My girl will be working on her pom-poms now
And she'll be yelling tonight

So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school

Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school

3 comments:

  1. Mike Love not war!

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  2. The epic 1990s pop-punk band Screeching Weasel seem to have penned a reply to Mr Love's opus which would be feature on their 1993 album 'Wiggle':

    "I was a highschool psychopath" has the following lyrics -

    I realy hated high school
    man, it was such a drag
    everytime I walked the halls
    y'know the kids would call me a fag
    I didn't care for physical ed
    I didn't care for history
    I wanted to blow up my high school and take my G.E.D.

    I was a high school psychopath
    I needed therapy
    I was a high school psychopath
    with an overload of energy

    there was a teenage wasteland in my brain
    from staying after school
    I didn't wanna pledge allegiance man
    because I thought it was so uncool
    each and everybody hated me
    they thought I was such a jerk
    with my leather jacket my ripped jeans
    and my Ramones t-shirt

    I was a high school psychopath
    I needed therapy
    I was a high school psychopath
    with an overload of energy

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  3. Excellent. And let's not forget the 'mones' own Rock n Roll High School, where school pride is non-existent; it's all about chiiiicks and kiiiiiicks.

    An interesting UK counterpoint to the BB's high school romance vignettes can be found in the Hollies' Carrie Anne. Carrie Anne's sexual awakening at the hands of 'prefects' is lost on a wet-behind-the-ears Alan Clarke

    Hey, Carrie-Anne.
    Hey, Carrie-Anne.
    When we were at school, our games were simple.
    I played a janitor, you played a monitor.
    Then you played with older boys and prefects.
    What's the attraction in what they're doing?
    Hey, Carrie-Anne, what's your game now?
    Can anybody play?
    Hey, Carrie-Anne, what's your game now?
    Can anybody play?
    You were always something special to me -
    quite independent, never caring.
    You lost your charm as you were aging.
    Where is your magic disappearing?
    chorus
    You're so, so like a woman to me. (so lke a woman to me)
    So, so like a woman to me. (like a woman to me)
    chorus
    People live and learn but you're still learning
    You use my mind and I'll be your teacher.
    When the lesson's over, you'll be with me.
    Then I'll hear the other people saying.
    chorus
    Carrie-Anne, Carrie-Anne, Carrie-Anne.

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