August 20, 2010
WTF
‘Sweet Home Alabama’ is the number one summertime driving song in the UK.
The latest survey by vehicle information experts HPI’s reveals that when the sun comes out to play, drivers reach for Lynyrd Skynyrd’s ‘Sweet Home Alabama’. Voted as the UK’s favourite summer driving song by HPI’s customers, it apparently has us rolling down the windows and enjoying a good old fashioned summer holiday sing along.
Remember that, Neil Young.
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Whoa! Trying to imagine Phil cruising the motorway to the strains of “Sweet Home Alabama,” cranking it down only to cry, “Twat!” at an idiot in another lane.
I prefer the song “Play It All Night Long” by Warren Zevon as an antidote:
Grandpa pissed his pants again
He don’t give a damn
Brother Billy has both guns drawn
He ain’t been right since Vietnam
“Sweet home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
Daddy’s doing Sister Sally
Grandma’s dying of cancer now
The cattle all have brucellosis
We’ll get through somehow
“Sweet home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
I’m going down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I can drink enough
There ain’t much to country living
Sweat, piss, jizz and blood
“Sweet home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
Probably the only music lyric to ever use the word “brucellosis” by the way.
Walt, this is really funny. I love to crank up Warren Zevon when I’m driving, and I sing along real loud.
“Play that dead band’s song!”
Oh, and I do love bellowing “The cattle all have brucellosis.”
well, it would have to be a chance thing on the radio!
Mostly that’s how I listen to music when driving
I always emphasize the “sweat, piss, jizz and BLOOD” part when I do the singalong thing myself.
When the song came out I was in high school, and we’d just had an outbreak of brucellosis near where we lived, so it was surreal to hear that in a song.
We’ll get through somehow.
There ain’t much to country living.
Yesterday Sweet Home Alabama was playing at an office event we were doing and the guy next to me said, “sometimes I feel like this song is about my life.”
“Are you from Alabama?”
“No, Placerville.”
Placerville is small town 40 minutes or so outside of Sacramento. I’ve never been to Alabama, but I’d say growing up in Placerville in the ’80s and ’90s is not very much like growing up in Alabama during the civil rights movement.
What the fuck is wrong with people?
Aside from drinking flavored coffee?
Cindy, do you miss Tracy?
I don’t know. It’s kind of like my son, as a toddler, strapped into his carseat belting out, “Lord I was born a ramblin’ man… gotta make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can…’
Sometimes a song just feels good to sing.
Cindy ignored my coffee taunt. She was probably busy trying to choose between coconut and orange dessert coffee.
Mr. Smith, I just witnessed a human impersonation of a package of weiners. I have no time for your coffee foolishness.