“Chicks” being earrings, in this case.
And you don’t even have to be on MTV.
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchens deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs
I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And hes up there, whats that? hawaiian noises?
Bangin on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That aint workin thats the way you do it
Get your money for nothin get your chicks for free
Barry Fig is on vacation, or he’d be writing this post. Instead, I’m filling in for him.
Most everyone is engaged in their annual Post-Christmas expense analysis around this time of year. I can never remember anyone letting out any shouts of joy during this time – no matter whether they dine upon truffles and caviar or Big Macs and milkshakes.
There’s always gravy to be found if one looks closely, though. Don’t despair.
There’s always soup to be made from the bones of ravaged turkeys. And now, as you see above, there is fashion to be found in the humble aluminum soda can.
Rock and roll is not the only way to go. I remember another old rhyme, one the Dire Straits have not put to song yet:
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride,
If turnips were swords I’d have one by my side.
If ‘ifs’ and ‘ands’ were pots and pans
There would be no need for tinkers’ hands!
I love the turnip image. It suits my always-present sense of the ridiculous.
How romantic that verse starts! But then of course that slap – the one old nursery rhymes always have – comes right in at a quick trot.
Wikipedia has an annotation about the American (vulgar) version of this lovely piece of poetry:
Wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills up quicker.
Well, then. I hope this helps. Soup from the bits, and earrings from aluminum cans may be the way to go. Silk purses are definitely to be found in sows’ ears, if you look closely.
As for the chicks (in the commonplace slang sense of the word) for free, that’s not my department. I’ll leave a note on Barry’s water bowl to see if he wants to add any comment.