Sunday, January 10, 2010

and the Worst Lyrics I've Heard This Year award goes to....Ke$ha!


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Every now and then I post about the worst lyrics I've heard in a while. It wasn't until yesterday that I became aware that the song is entitled "Tik Tok" and the artist's name is "Ke$ha".

I heard this song about a month ago. Whenever I do not bring a cd for the morning car ride to work I am left with the radio. It is usually then that I am exposed to the worst generic version of the previous year's worst generic song.

I was shocked to learn that this song is blowing up the airwaves. Ke$sha sings this pop disaster with a very "valley girl" voice and proclaims an anthem which is essentially everything I do not wish to be. But apparently there are a number of ladies out there that aspire to be this version of femininity or are already living the life.


Tik Tok by Ke$ha

Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Put my glasses on, Im out the door - I’m gonna hit this city (Lets go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the night, I ain’t coming back
I’m talking - pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-toping, playing our favorite cds
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy

[CHORUS]
Don’t stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don’t stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

[Chorus]

Aint got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Aint got no money in my pocket, but I’m already here
Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
Im talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys trying to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now - we goin til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us

[Chorus] x 2

DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds

Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You gotta that sound
Yea, you got me
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Get your hands up
Put your hands up
No, the party don’t stop until I walk in

It's the same theme over and over and over again and Ke$ha is capitalizing on it. Why would anyone want to feel like P Diddy? Because he is yet another person who proclaims he is great and therefore many believe he is. So, Ke$sha links herself to him and therefore rubs off on his fame.

She's going to party and drink beer which apparently equates to awesomeness. Cell phones, clubs, partying, booze, inflated ego, use of the word "crunk". This offers credibility? Apparently in the land of Generica radio it does.

Why hasn't this not yet worn thin? This is the ultimate in boring but apparently mediocrity is one tasty dish.

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