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Don't Pull Out The Plug
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A 1950s-style teenage death song--almost. Another plugged-in studio version of acoustic material recorded earlier for NON-PLUGGED.
jazz comedy swing parody novelty satire 1930s spoof 1920s mad magazine
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Surrealistic novelty songs, trenchant satire, and enlightened silliness to wake up the mind and make it smile.
I have been writing and performing songs since around 1977--composing most of my material in the mid-1990s. The wholly inadequate genre pigeonhole I could be crammed into with some difficulty is "novelty"--but my stuff ranges from the surrealistic to the darkly satirical to the just plain silly. I stick to 32-bar pop styles as a rule, but I have dabbled in blues, calypso, and other forms. My music sounds as if it were created from the 1920s through the 1950s in a parallel universe--the effect is entirely intentional. I try to wake up the mind and make it smile. If I must occasionally offend in the process, so be it.
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Genre
Podcasts Comedy
Charts
Peak #98
Peak in subgenre #46
Author
Andy Senior
Rights
1991, 1992, 1998 Andy Senior
Uploaded
March 19, 2005
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MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
In 1991 I was listening to a series of 1950s teenage death songs ("Leader of the Pack," "Tell Laura I Love Her," etc.) when I just couldn't take it anymore, I tell you! All that whining! I wrote this one and "She Died in a Maytag" (both done acoustically on NON-PLUGGED)--along with "Teenage Hernia"--the same night.
Lyrics
My baby’s been in coma For almost seven years; To her family and the doctor I’m pleading through my tears: Don’t pull out the plug–oh, no– I need a warm body to love. The doctor told me, “Listen– She hasn’t got a chance–“ And so I told the doctor, “Don’t screw up our romance-- Don’t pull out the plug–oh, no– I need a warm body to love.” Oh, please, please–doctor, doctor– Won’t you just let us be– She forgot to sign her license, So her heart belongs to me. The fact my baby knows I’m there Is something I can prove; The other night I held her close And almost felt her move– Don’t pull out the plug–oh, no– I need a warm body to love. - - - Her family’s against me– We’re gonna go to court; I’ve gotta tell that mean ol’ judge: “Don’t end her life support-- Don’t pull out the plug–oh, no– I need a warm body to love.” To have my baby’s tubes pulled out That is my greatest fear; Don’t want no euthanasia– I’ll spend my youth right here; Don’t pull out the plug–oh, no– I need a warm body to love. Oh baby, can’t you hear me? Just give a little sign– Just twitch your toes or blow your nose To tell the world you’re mine. I know her time is running out: You should have heard me sob When Kevorkian sent his business card And said he’d do the job; Don’t pull out the plug–oh, no– I need a warm body to love.
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