Daily Archives: March 17, 2014

Radio XXXII, side B, track 10: “Walk The Dinosaur” by Was (Not Was)

Was Not Was - Walk The DinosaurOh, Was (Not Was), since I’ve already written about this song once already, and since I’m pretty sure this isn’t the last time I recorded this one off the radio, we’re going to take a moment to talk about food.  At the beginning of this particular track, the DJ is talking about how one of you likes to go to some L.A. eatery and eat a ton of hash browns along with a bunch of other yummy, greasy breakfast foods.  As soon as I heard that, I forgot all about this great song and instead started dreaming about hash browns sizzling in grease.

There was a time, Was (Not Was), when I could eat plate upon plate upon plate of greasy hash browns (smothered with ketchup, of course).  There was a time when a typical McDonald’s meal for me was a Big Mac, large fries, large Coke, a Filet-O-Fish sandwich, and a McDouble for dessert; my wife dubbed it, not lovingly mind you, The Triple.  There was a time when I could do those things and much, much more, with very few ill effects.  Based on my eating habits, I should weigh about 200 more pounds than I do.

Luckily, I’m only about 80 pounds overweight instead of 280, thanks to some very hearty Dutch and German stock.  But even with some very blessed DNA, at about age 35, I started to notice that I was getting kinda puffy, and it oddly corresponded to those moments when I’d eat a whole pizza in one sitting.  I would hear horror stories from people who were over 40 about how your metabolism started slowing down in your mid-thirties and how you couldn’t eat like you used to be able to, but I didn’t imagine such a thing could happen to ME.  Surely I’d be able to eat to my heart’s (dis)content for eternity with nary a consequence.

Well, Was (Not Was), it’s a sad day when one discovers that they’re just like everybody else.  When one starts to actually pay attention to all those ridiculously maudlin and/or uplifting drug commercials because some of those ailments are starting to sound familiar.  When one waits with trepidation for the results of his latest blood test like he used to wait with trepidation for his report card.  When one feels a sense of accomplishment that his triglycerides (whatever they actually are), are at 250 instead of 500.

It wouldn’t be so bad, Was (Not Was), but as I’ve mentioned in numerous posts, I’ve got some issues.  Like not being able to express emotions in a healthy manner.  Growing up, the way one dealt with emotions was by not dealing with them.  By stuffing them way down.  And to keep them down, or to keep oneself distracted from them, one did things like eat.  Or obsessively collect comic books.  Or obsessively. . .record music off the radio and then obsessively write about all those songs 25 years later. . .

Crap.

Anyway, Was (Not Was), the point is that hearing about your hash brown fetish, followed by this great song, I now want to eat hash browns and/or a dinosaur, but since neither one is healthy for me and/or feasible due to the laws of time and space, I’m instead going to go have a glass of water and some cholesterol medication.

Goddammit. . .

“Walk The Dinosaur”

Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom
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It was a night like this
Forty million years ago, I lit a cigarette
Picked up a monkey skull ta go

The sun was spittin’ fire
The sky was blue as ice
I felt a little tired
So I watched Miami Vice

I walked the dinosaaaur

I walked the dinosaaaaaur

Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur
Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur
Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur
Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur

Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom
Boom boom acka-lacka boom boom (hey heeeeeeeey)
Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom
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I met you in a cave
You were paintin’ buffalo, I said I’d be your slave
Follow wherever you gooo

That night we split a rattlesnake
And danced beneath the stars
You fell asleep
I stayed awake
And watched the passing cars

And walked the dinosaaaaur

I walked the dinosaaaaaaur

Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur
Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur
Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur
Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur

<awesome Was (Not Was) jam)>

Ohhhhhhhh, a shadow from the sky
Much too big to be a bird, a screaming crashing noise
Louder than I’ve
Ever heard
It looked like two big silver trees that somehow learned to soar

Suddenly
A summer breeze and a mighty lion’s roar

I killed the dinosaaaaur

I killed the dinosaaaaaaaaur

Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody kill the dinosaur
Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody kill the dinosaur
Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody kill the dinosaur
Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody kill the dinosaur

Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom
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