Pop Music as Spoken Word Poetry: Last Friday Night

Oh Katy...

I used to think that this song was just absolutely terrible.  But the more I listened to it, the more the stupid thing grew on me, and reminded me fondly of my alcohol soaked twenties in NYC... (sorry mom... p.s. these pics are not me).  Also the video is a little hilarious (bonus points for a shout out to Miss Friday herself, Rebecca Black).

There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque
There's a hickie or a bruise

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a black top blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Last Friday night



Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
 
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop-op
Whoa-oh-oah

This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again

Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
With my favorite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled

Pop Music as Spoken Word Poetry

So one of the highlights of being back in So Cal after a 7 year stint in NYC is having a car, and thus a reason to listen to new music on the radio.  Which brings me to this gem: Peacock by Katy Perry.  This song is so ridiculous, I almost can't believe it exists.  I also think its much funnier if you imagine it being read as spoken word poetry.  So sit back, relax and read this in your head (or out loud, if you'd like) in the voice of William Shatner:



 

"Who, me?"



 I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock

Your peacock, cock

Your peacock, cock, cock

Your peacock

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock

Your peacock, cock

Your peacock, cock, cock

Your peacock

"No thanks, I'm not really in the mood"





Word on the street,
you got somethin' to show me, ee

Magical, colorful, Mr. Mystery, ee

I'm intrigued, for a peek, Heard it's fascinating





"C'est What?!?!"

Words are mislead

Such a tease

Wanna see the show

In 3D, a movie

Heard it's beautiful

Be the judge

And my girls gonna take a bow



I want the jaw droppin, eye popin, head turnin, body shockin

(Uh, uh, oh, Uh, uh, uh, oh)

I want my heart throbbin, ground shakin, show stoppin, amazin

(Uh, uh, oh, Uh, uh, uh, oh)

"What's wrong with chicken?"



Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?

Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a beeotch

I'ma peace out if you don't give me the pay off



Come on baby let me see

What you're hiding underneath

Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?



What you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off

Don't be a shy kinda guy I'll bet it's beautiful

Come on baby let me see

Whatchu hidin' underneath

"Here I am ladies"



I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock

Your peacock, cock

Your peacock, cock, cock

Your peacock

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock