Eric Roberson feat. Chubb Rock – Summertime Anthem
Do we have all day? There are thousands of songs I wish I could hear on the radio. Old ones, new ones, current ones. I could be hear all day. Going to go with something current… I really wish I first heard this one on the radio.
I think this was the only song on the Choice FM playlist. For about 3 months, within 15 minutes of putting on Choice (both stations) I would always hear this song. No matter what time of the day or who was DJ’ing. It was like being stuck in Groundhog Day. Even when I was not listening to Choice, I would hear it playing from other cars who were.
I mean, WTF, are Gyptian and Nicki Minaj signed to Choice FM? Do they have some dirt on the station that connects them to phone hacking?! I haven’t listened to Choice for about 6 weeks now, solely because I was tired of hearing this song.
I have to go back to Uni days for the last time this happened. When this first came out I loved it (for my sins). It was fun, fresh and had a real summer feel to it.
Then the DJs in Leicester (name no names) must have colluded in thier secret society to only play this one record, over and over and over and over and over. I swear they played it so much they bludgeoned innocent club goes in Leicester to death with it. I remember one night in Industria it was played 9 times! The same song 9 times, WTF!!!!!!!
I have since avoided this song for nearly a decade. Just hearing the opening “what’s my mother f***ing naaaame” drenches me in fear induced cold sweats!
I had no idea, so I asked the missus… this is what she chose. I have not been brave enough to listen to the words in detail to find out what it is about. I think (well hope) she chose it because of the chorus!
I apologise for this… but the rules are the rules. Hate is a strong word, however it is true to say I dislike Scouting for Girls. This song is heard with the volume down. To be honest I can relate to the lyrics and because of that this is their least worst song (which is no mean feat).
Again, I apologise for anyone who presses play. Actually…
It’s a beautiful day, but I’m stuck inside.
Staring at this screen, working 9-5.
How I hate this job, coz the days do drag.
They work me like a dog, and the moneys bad.
Cheer up cheer up, don’t be blue.
Don’t forget it’s hometime soon.
We’ll make it through another working day.
I need a holiday.
I need a holiday with my friends.
I’m working everyday.
I’m working everyday for the weekend.
Looking at my watch, for the millionth time.
The days go slow, and then the evenings fly.
When I’m outta this place, and the days been won.
I’m going out with my friends, I’m hanging out in the sun.
Cheer up cheer up, don’t be blue.
Don’t forget it’s hometime soon.
We’ll make it through another working day.
I need a holiday.
I need a holiday with my friends.
I’m working everyday.
I’m working everyday for the weekend.
I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.
I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.
I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.
I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.
I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.
I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.
I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.
I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.
But I need you, yeah I need you.
Yeah I need you more than I can say.
Yeah I need you, yeah I need you.
Yeah I need you more than I can say.
More than I can say.
Yeah I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, more than a holiday.
Yeah I need you, I need you, I n-n-n-n-need you, I need you more than I can say.
More than I can say
Finally caught up with my “30 Day Song Challenge” posts.
After a long day at the British Grand Prix (almost ruined by Virgin Trains I might add. Warning if you ever leave something on a train don’t expect their station staff to even attempt to be helpful!). I don’t need much help to put me to sleep… pretty much the next song to appear on my phone will do it…
Many would argue there is no song I can actually dance to given my two left feet. My dancing usually consists of trying to be cool by head nodding like the Churchill dog on crack… Then after a few (too many) Rum & Cokes I am known to try my best to emulate Strictly Come Dancing by twirling girls around and taking up way to much of the dancefloor.
Oh it gets worse… I generally will then start to do the Running Man, intertwined with Kid & Play Kick Step and uncontrolled ankle grabbing. All of this before 9:30pm and generally to a soundtrack of Akon, Rihanna and The Bee Gees!
Look in the dictionary under “Fail” and me dancing is somewhere close by. Still, I do like a good bum wiggle and Salt ‘n’ Pepa always brings out the best (and worst) in me! I think I’m conditioned to this beat, I hear it and pretty much lose my mind… you’ve been warned