Victor and I in the car singing along to Talking Heads Wild Wild Life:
me: ♪ I’m wearing…her vagina… ♪
Victor: Wait stop. No.
me: Those are the lyrics.
me: Yeah. “I’m wearing her vagina. I’m riding a hot potato.”
me: It’s about sex right? He’s wearing her vagina. Because if you’re wearing someone’s vagina you’re having sex with them.
Me: Don’t “ew” me. I’m not the one who said it.
Victor: NOBODY SAID IT. NOBODY SAYS THAT.
me: I’m pretty sure it’s all sexual innuendo. Like, what else is Cat Fancy supposed to be? That’s obviously vagina.
Victor: WHO SAID CAT FANCY?
Me: TALKING HEADS SAID CAT FANCY. HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THIS?
So I looked up the lyrics and apparently this one of many songs I’ve been singing this song loudly and wrongly because for the last 30 years I thought this was about a Dutch woman named Eliza who has a lot of pubic hair and is having an orgy with the Talking Heads guy until her husband walks in and then the Talking Heads guy convinces his to join them and then they all have cake.
PS. Here is the actual song and below are the lyrics as I hear them:
I’m wearing her vagina
I ride a hot potato
I take a little Cat Fancy.
Speak up, I can’t hear you.
Here on this mountain top, oh, oh, I got some wild, wild life
I got some news to tell you, oh, oh, about some wild, wild life.
Here come the dutch woman in charge oh, oh, oh, she got some wild, wild life.
Ain’t that the way you like it, oh oh, women and wild, wild life?
I wrestle with a llama (I know it says conscience but it always feels like he’s going to say llama and I don’t know why)
You wrestle with your barber.
Satan on your windowsill but the tense says it’s time for ardor slower
Check out pepto bismuth man, oh, oh, he bought some wild wild life
On the way he got stuck in a stage oh, oh, he got some wild wild life
Break it up when he opens the door, uh oh! We’re doing wild, wild life.
I know that’s the way, Eliza, oh oh, baby, wild wild.
He’s a man. With a piece of cake.
Thought control. You get them both then! Time of your life.
Back to sitting on pins and needles. Break them apart. It’s scientific. (I don’t know what this means but I assumed it was something kinky)
Sleeping on the edge of the stage oh oh getting wild life
Breaking in her chicken ah, oh oh oh, I got a wild wild life
Spraying it all over my money in time. Oh, oh. Too much wild wild life
We wanna go but we don’t wanna go, oh oh I gotta wild wild life
High and knowing it. That’s how it starts, oh oh, got some wild wild life
Paint a picture, it ain’t a tale, oh oh, they got some wild wild life
You’re one to talk, You go so fast, oh oh, wild wild life.
And I know that’s the way you like it, oh, oh
It’s just a wild, wild, wild, wild, love.