Open up your mouth and feed it

This morning, I heard Michael Jackson‘s "Beat It" on the radio for the first time in a long, long time. (Steve FM says they play anything they want, and they apparently mean it.)

Anyway, here’s what struck me about it: It wasn’t nearly as interesting, or as enjoyable as a listening experience, as Weird Al Yankovic’s "Eat It." Yeah, the music and arrangement might be Michael Jackson’s, but his original lyrics are eminently forgettable. Only with Weird Al do you get the whole package. I mean, who’s going to remember…

You better run, you better do what you can

Don’t wanna see no blood, don’t be a macho man…

… when you’ve heard…

How come you’re always such a fussy young man?
Don’t want no Captain Crunch, don’t want no Raisin Bran…

Well, maybe you would, but I wouldn’t.

One thought on “Open up your mouth and feed it

  1. weldon VII

    Yeah, but.
    She came in through the bathroom window
    Protected by a silver spoon
    And now she sucks her thumb and wonders
    By the banks of her own lagoon
    Didn’t anybody tell her?
    Didn’t anybody see?
    Sundays on the phone to Monday
    Tuesdays on the phone to me
    Oh yeah.

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