Movie Songs

I love my mobiBLU! As I ride into Manhattan, I have those plugs in my ears listening to my favorite songs. The one thing I have found is there are certain songs that somehow just make me feel like I’m in a movie. You know the type of scene I mean… the movie has to either kill time or show passage of time or somehow depict a reflective moment and so a song plays while the lead character sits on a train or walks down the street or does some normal everyday task. The thing is, it isn’t just any song. Here are a few songs that do it for me: Hard Candy Christmas by Dolly Parton, 24 Hours a Day by David Cassidy, With A Girl Like You by the Troggs, Indian Giver by 1910 Fruitgum Company, etc… The only problem is instead of like in a movie, I don’t get a brilliant idea or realize I’m too good for him, instead I arrive at my office.

I rarely watch TV so I don’t know if this movie has been advertised but I have seen it listed on some movie signs– it’s called Kinky Boots. Each time I see it, I think of this song: (click on the lyrics for an mp3)

Everybody’s going for those kinky boots, kinky boots,
(boop, boop)
Kinky boots,
It’s a manly kind of fashion that you borrowed from the brutes,
Borrowed from the brutes,
(boop, boop)
Kinky boots.

Fashion magazines say wear ’em,
And you rush to obey like the women in a harem.

Full length, half length,
Fully fashion calf length,
Brown boots, black boots,
Patent leather jackboots,
Low boots, high boots,
Lovely lanky thigh boot,
We all dig those boots.

Everybody’s crazy for those kinky boots, kinky boots,
(boop, boop)
Kinky boots,
And whether you’re in evening dress or bathing suits,
You wear boots, boots, kinky boots.

There are twenty million women wearing kinky boots, kinky boots,
Puss in boots,
Footwear manufacturers are gathering the fruits,
Gathering the fruits,
(boop, boop)
Kinky boots.

Advertising men say try ’em,
And you all run amok like a flock of sheep to buy ’em.

Sweet girls, street girls,
Grumpy little beat girls,
Square girls, cool girls,
Sexy little schoolgirls,
Maiden aunties,
Mayfair debutantes,
They all dig those boots.

Everybody’s rushin’ for those Russian boots,
Prussian boots,
(boop, boop)
Kinky boots,
Both: Cover up those slender little tender foots with kinky slinky,
Leather is so kinky,
Come and get those kinky boots, boots, kinky boots.

Yes, that is Patrick Macnee you hear but it is not Mrs Emma Peel singing the girl part— it’s Honor Blackman a.k.a. Cathy Gale or Pussy Galore!

5 thoughts on “Movie Songs”

  1. B. Davis

    Since you’re an afficiando of kitsch and polyester retro culture, you might find this interesting
    (I think you’re the only one who would, actually):

    Last weekend I was in Lubbock, Texas for a job interview. Lubbock, home of Buddy Holly and Mac Davis. Lubbock, where John Denver dropped out of
    Texas Tech University to pursue his singing career. Anyway, I was looking at some musical artifacts in the Buddy Holly Center and noticed that Sonny Curtis had collaborated with Holly early in their careers.

    (Okay, here’s the payoff)

    Sonny Curtis: “Who can turn the world on with her smile? Who can take a nothing day, and suddenly
    make it all seem worthwhile”?

    Did you know that Sonny Curtis would write your theme song? Throw your hat in the air, and notice the glum looking lady standing on the sidewalk.

  4. B. Davis

    That lady standing behind Mary Tyler Moore looks more disapproving than glum. Did you know that she’s become a mythical character, like something out of the Zapruder film?

    Lubbock, Texas is not a garden spot. Hell, no.
    It’s the sort of place that creative people escape from. But it was at one time an amazingly fertile ground for songwriters. Ever hear Mac Davis croon “Happiness is Lubbock, Texas in a rear view mirror?” That was after he had written “In the Ghetto” and “Memories” for Elvis Presley. (He also wrote “Watching Scotty Grow”, but I don’t hold that against him). And who would believe that Buddy Holly, some skinny kid with coke-bottle glasses, would be the inspiration for the Beatles and the Rolling Stones? Amazing, indeed.

    Here’s a badly written but interesting story about
    Sonny Curtis…

    http://www.austinchronicle.com/issues/dispatch/2004-10-15/music_feature.html

Comments are closed.