Bulldogging My Hog
Ryan Klemek dared people to annotate the lyrics of either of Taste D. Flabb’s international mega-hits. After extensive listening, re-listening, therapy, and prescribed (not to me) medication, I have sunk to the challenge.
Background
Initially dismissed by a record company executive as, “Brutally unnecessary, with a potential audience of one troubled man in Weymouth,” Flabb’s second single, My Hog, was remixed by The Cuz Collective, a troubled man from Weymouth, who turned it into the psycho rap/post-cowpunk fusion hit you know and chant before vomiting in the street.
Lyrics
Rev, rev, rev, rev, rev
Rev, rev, rev, rev, rev
Reverse, converse, perverse, disperse, universe
Reimburse, student nurse, intersperse, nonsense verse,
Revelate, consecrate, understate, animate
Reinstate, [hesitate?], captivate, cogitate
Cogitate, cogitate, cogitate, find a mate
Revolution, constitution, light pollution, execution
[Chorus]
Climb on to my hog, bitch, and rev my motor
Curl your fingers round the knob, bitch, and rev my motor
Emergent, resurgent, complex evolution
Life spent in an institution
Revolted by my own delusions
Of revisited persecution
Revolving resolution
Prosecution for prostitution
Absolution for contributions
To revenue and distribution
[accordion solo]
Climb on to my hog, bitch, and rev my motor
Curl your fingers round the knob, bitch, and rev my motor
My hog, my hog, you lovely lady dog
My hog, my hog, you lovely lady dog
My hog, my hog, you lovely lady dog
[repeat to fade]
Analysis
Brutally unnecessary, this is nevertheless a searing indictment of late-stage ‘pop’ music, liberatory incarceration, and the English language in general.
