This is actually about 90 percent of a great record, but it's the ten percent that sucks -- i.e. most of the lyrics -- that simply drives me crazy. Everything about the music and performance here is just terrific, beginning with writer/singer Tom Cochrane's nasal dead on Jim McGuinn inflections on the titular choruses, and ending with one of the all-time great fade-outs with electronic handclaps. But jeebus fuck, with the exception of the aforementioned chorus, the words to this range from the merely incomprehensibly opaque...
She's got the answers
She waves them like a flag
She'll take all the cards from the Soho League
And stick them in her bag for security
...to cringe-inducing "Love is a Battlefield"-ish horseshit.
She likes her fever
She says, 'Take it like a man'
And we fight combat sometimes
But we don't fight it hand to hand
I mean really -- just yuck.
In any event, a coveted PowerPop No-Prize will be awarded the first reader who gleans the track's relevance to the theme of tomorrow's Weekend Listomania.
