Radio XXIXXX, side B, track 2: “Dial My Heart” by The Boys

The Boys - Dial My HeartOh, The Boys, since I’ve already talked about this song a couple of times already, today’s post is going to be devoted to the importance of being Ernest.  No, I’m not talking about the play by Oscar Wilde (although I did star in it in a high school production, I’ll have you know), I’m talking about Jim Varney, i.e. Mr. “Hey Vern!” himself.  How does this in any way relate to this song, The Boys?  Well, it’d been bugging me because one of you looked hella familiar, but I couldn’t place where else I’d seen you.  And then it came to me:  You were in “Ernest Goes To Camp”, Ernest’s first feature film.

You might not remember Ernest very well, The Boys, even if one of you was in a movie with him, but I don’t think I can overstate how popular Jim Varney’s characterization of that goofball was to me and mine as a kid.  We used to rent videos that were just all of the different commercials starring Ernest.  That’s how entertaining he was.  He could get people to shell out money just to watch him in commercials.

We loved Ernest P. Worrell, The Boys.  My best friend and I, while maybe a little too old to be watching Saturday morning cartoons by then, would make sure to catch “Hey, Vern, It’s Ernest!” every Saturday A.M. and compare notes on the bus the following Monday on the way to school.  Once I had a pseudo-date with a girl in my class who I was pretty in love with, and we were going to see a movie at the Quarry Twin Theatre in Pipestone, and our choices were “Boyz N The Hood” and “Ernest Scared Stupid”.  We picked Ernest.  Looking back, it’s a little embarrassing that I chose Ernest over one of the most seminal films of its time, but Mr. Worrell had a strong hold over us, The Boys.

It’s been nearly 14 years since we lost Jim Varney, The Boys, and that loss still bums me out to this day.  Maybe Ernest P. Worrell was a little (or a lot) lowbrow, but just like Pee-Wee Herman, who is thankfully still around to entertain us, he was a loveable innocent, a clumsy goofball who basically saw the good in everything and everyone and really just wanted to make the world a better place.  It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to be at least a little like Ernest P. Worrell, and it’s kind of a crime that “Hey, Vern, It’s Ernest!” isn’t on repeats somewhere on TV at this very moment.  I’ll always love you, buddy.  Know what I mean?

“Dial My Heart”

<awesome The Boys jam>

When I think about ya, baby

I want you here

I wanna put my arms around you

And feel you, dear

You have touched my heart, I’m so
In love

You’re the only girl I’m thinkin’ of
Ooo

I call my baby on the phone
Got ta get a message just ta let her know
That if she ever feels alone
To dial my heart

And if by chance you’re not at home
You can reach me, baby, by the nearest pay phone, I gotta cross my fingers and pray you’ll know
To dial my heart

Dial my heart

Just dial my heart

Yeah, yeeeeeah

<awesome The Boys jam>

Can we talk about it, baby
Do ya have the time

I said am I the only homeboy

That’s on your mind
Woo!
‘Cause I’m alone and I can’t sleep at night
And I won’t sleep until you’re by my side
Yeeeah

I call my baby on the phone (call my baby)
Got ta get a message just ta let her know (let her know)
That if she ever feels alone
To dial my heart (baby I’m waitin’ on you)
And if by chance you’re not at home
You can reach me, baby, by the nearest pay phone (dial my heart), I gotta cross my fingers and pray you’ll know
To dial my heart (woo!)

Just dial my heart

You
Can
Dial
My heeart

Just dial my heart

Woo!

<awesome The Boys jam>

I call my baby on the phone (call my baby)
Got ta get a message just ta let her know (let her know)
That if she ever feels alone
To dial my heart

And if by chance you’re not at home (I’ve just got to letcha know, that I’ll never letcha go)
You can reach me, baby, by the nearest pay phone, I gotta cross my fingers and pray you’ll know (call me when you have the time, baby won’t you please be mine)
To dial my heart
I call my baby on the phone (call my baby)
Got ta get a message just ta let her know (let her know)
That if she ever feels alone
To dial my heart (just dial it, baby)

And if by chance you’re not at home (dial it, dial it)
You can reach me, baby, by the nearest pay phone (dial it, baby, dial it), I gotta cross my fingers and pray you’ll know (dial it, dial it)
To dial my heart (dial it, baby)

Don’t matter where ya are, if you’re near or far
All you gotta do is just dial my heart
Let’s talk about it, baby, on the telephone
Call me, baby
You’ll never be alone

Dial it
Dial it
Dial it, baby, dial it (just dial my heart)
Dial it
Dial it
Dial it, baby
You’ll never be alone

I call my baby on the phone
Got ta get a message just ta let her know (got to, gotta, gotta, gotta)
That if she ever feels alone
To dial my heart (just dial it, baby)
(Baby, I’m waitin’ on you)
And if by chance you’re not at home (dial it)
You can reach me, baby, by the nearest pay phone (dial my heart), I gotta cross my fingers and pray you’ll know (dial it)
To dial my heart

Dial it!

You can dial it anytime (just dial my heart)

You
Can
Dial
My
Heart

Just dial my heart

 

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3 thoughts on “Radio XXIXXX, side B, track 2: “Dial My Heart” by The Boys

  1. […] of the best, most insane television shows ever made, and Pee-Wee Herman, like his kindred spirit Ernest P. Worrell, was an inspired character perfect for kids because he was just a weird grown-up kid himself.  […]

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  2. […] because I need a damned box set of this show, Robert Palmer.  If they can put out a DVD of “Hey Vern It’s Ernest!” (which I already own), then certainly they (whoever “they” are) can let me have […]

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  3. […] The Boys, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it?  This is one of the those songs that had fallen off my radar years ago, but as soon as it started […]

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