The girls in New York City they all march for women's lib
And Better Homes and Gardens shows the modern way to live
And the pill may change the world tomorrow but meanwhile, today
Here in Topeka the flies are a buzzin'
The dog is a barkin' and the floor needs a scrubbin'
One needs a spankin' and one needs a huggin', Lord,
One's on the way
(Oh gee I hope it ain't twins again)
The Sugarhill Gang: “Rapper’s Delight” (1979): Big Bank Hank:
Check it out:
I’m the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A, and the rest is F-L-Y.
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix, and these reasons I’ll tell you why.
You see I’m six foot one, and I’m tons of fun, when I dress to a T.
You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali, and I dress so viciously.
I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain’t the wack,
I got a Lincoln Con-tin-en-tal, and a sunroofed Cadillac.
So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall,
I gotta color TV, so I can see, the Knicks play basketball…
Bright spring afternoon. Hitch and I spend it in his fave D.C. pub just down the street from his spacious apartment. At the long polished bar, he sips a martini, I swig Tanqueray on ice offset by pints of ale. The pub's TV is flashing golf highlights while the jukebox blasts classic rock. We're chatting about nothing in particular when the juke begins playing "Moonshadow" by Cat Stevens. Hitch stops talking. His face tightens. Eyes narrow. I know this look--I saw it on Crossfire when he nearly slugged a Muslim supporter of the Ayatollah's fatwa against Salman Rushdie. I saw it during a Gulf War panel discussion at Georgetown when he responded to some pro-war hack with a precision barrage of invective, followed by the slamming down of the mike, causing a brief reverb in the speakers. And here it was again.