ex cathedra: For the boyo

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

For the boyo

My musical tastes are eclectic. Country, DooWop, Mozart, Beethoven, Respighi, Bluegrass, Celtic, Armenian chant (yes, it does exists), Bob Seger, CrosbyStillsNash&Young, Handel, Elvis in Latin, Arvo Part and the 80's. Hell, during the 80's I used to dance, regularly. Thankfully, there are no videos.

And August 7th this year (it's already August7th in the Eastern Hemisphere) is a notable day for me: retiring from a job I have done for thirteen years and marking one year of a totally surprising and majorly terrific human connection. The ending of one thing and the beginnings of another.

So for the day and its events, a musical offering in text and YouTube: DeNiece Williams' 1984 "Let's Hear It For The Boy", as background for Ren and Willard in the "Can-You-Possibly-Be-More-Eighties" flick, Footloose.

Here's to you Ren and here's to you Willard.
Keep dancin'.

LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE BOY

My baby, he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway
And maybe he don't dress fine
But I don't really mind
Cuz every time he pulls me near
I just wanna cheer

Let's hear it for the boy
Let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Whoa, maybe he's no Romeo
But he's lovin' one-man show
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's hear it for the boy

My baby may not be rich
He's watching every dime
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
And we always have a real good time

And maybe he sings off key
But that's alright by me
Cuz what he does he does so well
Makes me wanna yell

Let's hear it for the boy
Let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my lovin' one-man show
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's hear it for the boy

Maybe he's no Casanova
Still his kisses bowl me ov-ah!
Let's hear it for the boy
Let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand

Oh, he don't score at Bowl-A-Rama
Still, you gotta thank his Mama
Whoa, whoa whoa whoa
Let's hear it for the boy
Hear it for my man

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: Dear 'Ex Cathedra'
I surmise by your moniker that you are indeed another of the Elvis in Latin brethren. Thank you for helping publicize my work. I would like to send you a copy of my recent Sumerian songs. You will enjoy 'Blue Suede Shoes.' Please send me your address.

Dr. Ammondt; 4:00 PM, August 06, 2008

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