About a million years ago I had some riff about how I'd like to host a game show in which I explain to kids that all songs are really about fucking. To whit:
Me: Okay little Timmy, that song you just heard is called Dancing on the Ceiling. What do you think it's about, little Timmy?
Little Timmy: I think it's a bout friends, and they're dancing! They're dancing so great they feel like they're flying!
Me: (shaking head, looking at index cards in my hands) Oh no no I'm sorry, it's about fucking.
You get the picture.
Meanwhile, The Kinks' Hot Potatoes is a song I've loved most of my life, how it builds along so great like a sing-as-long around the campfire and all that jazz. It was only on my billionth listen a few minutes ago that it occurred to me that you know what...I think this song really is just about potatoes.
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