Saturday Matinee: You Don’t Own Me, Johnny. Don’t You Know It’s the End of the World, Baz?

I don’t own Leslie Gore. She owned me up until I saw her hairdo and horseface. Bunky just sealed his eyeballs shut and listened.

I remember hearing this on the battery powered transistor radio I got for Christmas that I hid under my pillow, and Skeeter Davis sounded so purty. She’s another one who had a great voice and a bad hairdo. (I’d never seen her until a few minutes ago, but I was in love with her when I was about 8.)

Then there’s k.d. lang. Just ’cause she gotta big caboose and a butch haircut doesn’t mean I don’t like her music.

And then there’s poor Baz. [Tip o' the tarboosh to Phil. He says it's been around for a few years, and somehow he knew that I'd like it by saying so on his Blog From Down Under.]

Speaking of Down Under, some time ago, when WordPress was revamping it’s vamps, I was unable to add the video above to this post. Found a new link for it by accident, so here it is.

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2 Responses to “Saturday Matinee: You Don’t Own Me, Johnny. Don’t You Know It’s the End of the World, Baz?”

phil Cordery Says:
Saturday, 3 May 2008 at 4:53 PM
G’day Bunk
Somehow I knew you’d like that
Must admit its hilarious
Cane Toads are just entering the top end of WA after a steady migration accross the top end
and they are dangerous, poisonous little buggers
Cheers
Bunk Strutts Says:
Saturday, 3 May 2008 at 10:13 PM
Thanks for the heads up, Phil. We don’t have Victas, but we got a lotta John Deeres, Toros, Black & Deckers and 9-irons waiting for ‘em, not to mention fire ants. Gotta tell the killer bees about ‘em, too.

Tacky Raccoons