The English not only tolerate a high degree of eccentricity in their Pop music, but openly demand it. How else could Los Angeles' Sparks have become Rock Superstars but by decamping to the UK? These hardcore weirdos, one guy trilling like Edith-Piaf-Meets-The-Stooges, the other guy a department store dummy sporting a Hitler mustache, caused pandemonium where ever they went on the island. It all comes down to the Limeys being much funnier than us. (Or do I mean more benignly insane?) They fall into stitches over stuff the average Yank no more apprehends as humor than an ordinary man hears a dog whistle when it is blown. Among our consolations is superior beer, at least in the Pacific Northwestern part of the country. But we're naturally trumped again where beer
commercials are concerned. For example, prior to the UK's massive bombardment by Babybird's *""You're Gorgeous":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b14h8o2v1JQ&feature=related"* - an onslaught the U.S. survived without a scrape - *Stephen "Babybird" Jones got a nice, healthy payday when "Hong Kong Blues" was used in a beer advert.*Imagine, if you can, Anheuser-Busch springing this on us:
("Oh God save our gracious queen, long may she rule over me") Pull your pants down and dance around completely naked in the middle of Chinatown. Get arrested, get tested, stripped, whipped, lie detected, to see if you've defected from your senses, or from China, or from Russia or from here. One thousand pounds and a flight to pull my English colonial pants down in the middle of Chinatown. Yeah, but it was worth it. Can't sleep can't snooze soon the Don'ts will kill the Do's Then the blood will start to ooze Goddam the reds I got the blues, I got the Hong Kong, Hong Kong blues. I got the Hong Kong blues. And come 1997 the reds will be under my futon again. Pull your pants down and dance around completely naked in the middle of Chinatown. Get arrested, get tested, stripped, whipped, lie detected, to see if you've defected from your senses, or from Russia, or from China or from here. One thousand pounds to pull your pants down in the middle of Chinatown. Well, yeah, but it was worth it. Let me get them before I lose the right to choose the little Hong Kong, Taiwanese Shoes. This ain't no laughing matter, No, I don't mean to be funny when I say, Come out from Beijing, get your tea caddy out and play the Hong Kong blues And together in our Nissan shoes we're going to kick the Ming dynasty into touch, once and for all, Kick it into touch.
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