blatantly bad 70s music: telephone man (meri wilson)
hold on to your genitals hats: it’s one of them there novelty songs.
in the fine tradition of benny hill and all those other comics who live for double entendres, meri wilson employed naughty little phrases to talk about her time with the guy who was supposed to putting in her phone. (i’ll spare you the need to listen to the song: the lyrics are here. gawsh.) apparently, it was based on a true experience. (and who says those penthouse letters aren’t true?)
now you may ask yourself: how does a song like this end up so popular? well, if david hasselhoff can be popular in germany; if the three stooges are actually considered funny, well, there’s a market for anything, i guess. this song is so many colors of awful; i can’t even bring myself to write about it. out of respect for the dead, i won’t go off on ms. wilson.
but you bet your ass i’m glad i live in times when the telephone man isn’t necessary when the phones go awry.