Okay, y’all! I was blogsurfing — that’s a thing, right? — and I came upon Freethinkers Anonymous (I know I’ve been on this blog before) and Christopher Waldrop had this discovery on one of his posts! So go check him out when you get a chance. But in the meantime —
Back in the day (the 1960’s), the song, “Louie, Louie” by The Kingsmen, was one of those songs that was so hard to understand that it was sometimes banned on the radio because, obviously, whatever the lyrics were had to be obscene/subversive. I mean, how could they not have been? According to legend and Wikipedia, the FBI led an investigation to find out whether this song was, indeed, obscene because — what else could the FBI possibly have to do during the fast-changing culture of American society other than to investigate musicians and their songs?
I must have been in tenth grade (fast forward to the early 1980’s) when somewhere, somehow I got a copy of the lyrics, which from my viewpoint, was like hoarding a rare treasure that unraveled a mystery to which few others were privy. Yea, I was weird like that then. I’m not weird like that anymore *me crossing my fingers behind my back and nodding “yes, yes I am.”* Anyway, as if any of my stoner friends at the time really cared what the words to “Louie, Louie” were! WELL, I CARED, THAT’S WHO CARED! AND THAT’S WHY I’M NOT FRIENDS WITH MOST OF THESE PEOPLE TODAY! Their loss.
Of course, today we have the internet and so trivia and going nuts trying to remember something has now lost its charm and has been replaced with a mere few keystrokes to find out — well, practically anything you want to know except maybe the formula for Dr. Pepper. And you know that some disgruntled employee is going to spill this secret all over the internet one of these days!
So today, my Wayward Friends, I give you one of the funniest things I’ve seen on YouTube lately (at least since yesterday) —
The Illustrated and Misheard Lyrics of “Louie, Louie.”
(originally by Richard Berry)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I said
Louie, Louie, oh baby, I said we gotta goA fine little girl, she waits for me
Me catch a ship across the sea
Me sail that ship all alone
Me never think how I’ll make it homeLouie, Louie, no, no, no, no, no, I said we gotta go
Oh no, I said
Louie, Louie, oh baby, I said we gotta goThree nights and days I sail the sea
I think of girl constantly
On that ship, I dream she there
I smell the rose in her hairLouie, Louie, oh no, I said we gotta go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I said
Louie, Louie, oh baby, I said we gotta goOkay, let’s give it to ’em, right now!Me see
Me see Jamaican moon above
It won’t be long me see me love
Me take her in my arms and then
I tell her I’ll never leave againLouie, Louie, oh no, I said we gotta go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I said
Louie, Louie, oh baby, I said we gotta goI said we gotta go nowLet’s get on outta here
Because I know that my Wayward Friends care about these things! Apparently, and I don’t know this to be 100 percent true, but at 0:54 seconds-ish into the song, the drummer might have yelled “Fuck” in the background. I dunno. You be the judge. However, technically speaking — even if he did, this would still not be considered part of the lyrics. At least that’s my argument.
All I know is that you can’t have a drunken orgy or party (for those of us who do not like to undress around our friends) unless this song is blaring and everyone is singing it at the top of their lungs (at least the Louie, Louie part!) And what could be a more perfect way to end September and start Rocktober? So party all month long, my friends, but be safe and come up for air every so often.
Sing with me people!
P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY GIRL!