Oh, The Clash, this is like three “pure” songs in a row or something, right?  Man, some DJ must have been asleep at the wheel or something.  Not that I’m complaining of course, The Clash, since my ultimate goal as a young radio taper was to tape nothing but pure songs off the radio.  This may have been my first and only song by you off the radio, The Clash, which is too bad, since you guys are awesome.  But that’s all right, because at least I got to record one of your songs off the radio when I was a kid.  As with many of those songs, I didn’t really know anything about what you were singing about.  In fact, all I really knew was the word “Casbah”, and the only reason I knew that was because I’d heard Pepe Le Pew say it about a thousand times because of watching tons of Looney Tunes cartoons when I was a kid, when he was aggressively trying to date-rape that cat and kept asking her to come with him to the Casbah.  I didn’t know where the Casbah was, but it sounded pretty exotic.  If you didn’t mind having sex with a skunk.  So yeah, that was about the limit of my knowledge about what you guys were singing about, The Clash, and I don’t know that I’ve really gained that much more knowledge since then.  I do wonder, though, if we’d embraced solar and wind and pretty much any other kind of renewable energy instead of oil and gas, would this song even exist?  I guess it’s too late to wonder about such things, but as long as we’re going to go out like this, at least we got a great song outta the deal.
“Rock The Casbah”
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raja drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shaken to the top
The sheikh, he drove his Cadillac
He went a-cruisin’ down the viiiiille
The muezzin was a-standin’
On the radiata griiiiille (owwww!)
Sharif don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
Sharif don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
By order of the Prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric kettle drum
The local guitar picker got his guitar-pickin’ thumb
As soon as the sharif
Cleared the square
They began to waaaaaail
Sharif don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
Sharif don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
Now over at the temple
Oh, they really pack ’em in
The in crowd say it’s cool
Ta dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
And the temple band took five
The crowd caught a whiff
Of that crazy Casbah jiiiiiiiiiiive
Sharif don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
Sharif don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
Soon as the sharif was chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to the cockpit radio blare
Soon as the sharif was outta their hair
The jet pilots waaaaaailed
Sharif don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
Sharif don’t like it
Rockin’ the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
Sharif don’t like it (thinks it’s not koshah)
Rockin’ the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
Sharif don’t like it (fundamentally can’t take it)
Rockin’ the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
Sharif don’t like it (ya know he really hates it)
Mixed Tape Masterpiece 