This song needs no introduction as the Prince classic "Raspberry Beret" is known to most young or old. I would link you to the video to this song on YouTube, but a copyright claim by "Prince/NPG" (New Power Generation? Is that the alternative fuel mutual fund I've been reading about?) has prevented that. Anyway, let's take a look and explore the intricacies of this timeless classic devoted to reddish French headwear. I was working part time in a five-and-dime My boss was Mr. McGee. He told me several times that he didn't like my kind cause I was a bit too leisurely. Our protagonist, let's call him "Prince" because that's his name, sets up the song by talking about his work at a discount retailer where he was employed by someone likely of Irish decent named Mr. McGee. When not drunk off of whiskey and chasing leprechauns, Mr. McGee made it clear to Prince that he did not "like his kind", a statement at first seemingly tinged with racism, however we then find out that it was because he perceived Prince to be lackadaisical. Seems that I was busy doing something close 2 nothing But different than the day before Thats when I saw her, ooh, I saw ...

I'm not much a Jimmy Buffet fan, but there are a couple reasons why I respect him. Number one, he has actually written a song about cheeseburgers and how much he loves them, lamenting a diet that forbids their consumption . Having written about fast food myself, I can understand the power it commands over people. Number two, he has ventured into the land of Celebrity-owned restaurants, which we know thanks to Kenny Rogers' Roasters, is not for the faint of heart. Although the tropical-themed "Margaritaville" is a suitable name for a dining establishment in his honor, I would like to see him take it a step further and start "Jimmy Buffet's Bucket Buffet" which would be an all-you-can eat restaurant where you don't put your food on a tray, you put it in a bucket. Compared to Dave Matthews, Jimmy Buffet's lyrics are deep and sophisticated, so I thought I would breakdown the cryptic, insightful "Margaritaville" in case you are wondering what he really is trying to pour out of that margarita pitcher in his soul. Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake; All of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing. Smell those shrimp They're beginnin' ...

I know it's a little cliche, but I'm doing this one anyway. Yo, VIP, let's kick it Although "VIP" is generally an acronym for "Very Important Person", in this instance, it refers to the "Vanilla Ice Posse" whom our singer Vanilla Ice is summoning so that the song can begin. Ice, Ice, baby, Ice Ice baby All right stop collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop yo I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle The song opens with the repeating of the song title, no doubt to establish strong brand recognition for both the track and the artist whose name is closely related to the title of the song (perhaps an entry in Etymology Rocks could explain this in more detail). Next, instructions are given for listeners to stop what they are doing, collaborate with one another, and pay attention to the song. No information is given on what listeners should collaborate about, so it seems as though the word "gather" would have been ...

Regulators! Mount Up! A call for all regulators to prepare for the evening is sounded. It seems likely that there are only two regulators to speak of, one Warren G. and one Nate Dogg, and these regulators do not include Fed Chairmen Ben Bernanke, the Federal Communications Commission, or the Shanghai Cooperation Organization. (Warren G.) It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G. is on the streets trying to consume Some skirts for the eve so I can get some funk Just rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone The night was notable for it's meteorological clarity, and Warren G., a known regulator was out and about hoping to possibly meet members of the opposite sex while enjoying the quality time of driving alone in his vehicle.

In this segment, I will attempt to help you analyze the lyrical content of a song to unveil the symbolism and meaning contained within. In this installment: Ice Cube's "It was a good day" will be disected and explained for you. DavidGorcey.com Disclaimer: Some of the lyrics featured in this song are graphic, so those with more modest sensitivities should proceed with caution, although I have gone with the rather PG-lyrics as featured on the radio/MTV. Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God I don't know but today seems kinda odd No barkin from the dog, no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog Here the artist reflects on the eerie sense of happiness he feels upon waking up, and his delight is enhanced by his mother's cooking of a breakfast that conforms to both Kosher and Halal culinary observances. I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out Hooked it up for later as I hit the do' Thinkin will I live, another twenty-fo' The artist ate quite a bit, but thankfully not enough to result in discomfort, then received a call from a desirable young woman with whom he made plans, pondering whether ...