Just a reminder, for some of you, and a Clue for the rest of you… See the embedded video here. This was a “parody” of the news as it was 40 years ago (as I write this). It was that bad then, but by comparison with today’s so-called news reporting it was Sane and Informative.
What I mean is, this Song applies today even more than it did 40 years ago. It’s called a “news parody” but it’s not. It’s a commentary about News in the shape of ripping sarcasm. (By the way, “ripping sarcasm” has a way of being spot on a great deal of time. Just sayin’)
I don’t listen to the (so-called) News at all any more, and I mostly stay better informed for it. Go figure…
Oh, and here’s a question to ponder: where in the world did any one get the idea that the public “has a right to know” and that this right extends to the news media’s being able to stick its nose into everything, anything, make up anything (or everything)? Where did that come from?
I once had such hopes for the 21st Century. Sheesh.
(Lyrics follow the video embed)
I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something
Something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor
But I wound up here
I just have to look good
I don’t have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em all around
We got the bubble headed
Bleached blonde
Comes on at five
She can tell you ’bout the plane crash
With a gleam in her eye
It’s interesting when people die
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation
Is the head dead yet
You know the boys in the newsroom
Got a running bet
Get the widow on the set
We need dirty laundry
You don’t really need to find out
What’s going on
You don’t really want to know
Just how far it’s gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re stiff
Kick ’em all around
(Kick ’em when they’re up)
(Kick ’em when they’re down)
(Kick ’em when they’re up)
(Kick ’em when they’re down)
(Kick ’em when they’re up)
(Kick ’em when they’re down)
(Kick ’em when they’re stiff)
(Kick ’em all around)
Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers
In everybody’s pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When it’s said and done
We haven’t told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry