RUBBERNECK DREADLOCK HOLIDAY


Grand Funk - Rubberneck (1976)*

By Don Brewer

Flight Attendant: Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen. Please fasten your seatbelts. We are nearing Jamaica, one of the beguiling isles born of Earth's torments. Woonanoonoos Airlines is pleased to announce our new Rubberneck-Helper evening tour at the White river. Your pulse will thrive in the pervasive beat as you wile away the night to calypso music played with torches. Yes, here is The Third World. Nap on a palm leaf, and receive a complimentary electrifying raw cut and free douse of tia maria. Don't be alarmed if you feel a little turbulence during touchdown. it's merely Rastaman Vibration!

Da, da-doo, da, doo, da, da-doo, dooo!
Da, da-doo, da, doo, da, da-doo, dooo!

Rubberneck! Do you want buy ganja?
Rubberneck! Do you want to follow me home?
Rubberneck! Me gonna get your money!
Rubberneck! Me gonna cut you! Never go home!

Had enough of workin', I need a rest, I need a piece of paradise.
Been inside for so long, ain't seen the sun, and my skin's turnin' grey to white.

Heard a man on the street, talkin', he and his old lady had them warm Caribbean nights.
So, I go, to Jamaica, and all they tellin' me is . . .

Rubberneck! Do you want buy ganja?
Rubberneck! Do you want to follow me home?
Rubberneck! Me gonna' get your money!
Rubberneck! Me gonna' cut you! Never go home!

Oh, sweet Jamaica,
Sleepy little island in the middle of the deep blue sea.

They got herb, the best in the world,
A place every red-blooded hippie should be, yeah!

So, I go, pack my bag, make the plane, 'cause the man's talkin' warm caribbean nights.
Here I go to Jamaica! To Jamaica! And all the natives go . . .

Da, da-doo, da, doo, da, da-doo, dooo!
Da, da-doo, da, doo, da, da-doo, dooo!

Rubberneck! Do you want buy ganja?
Rubberneck! Do you want to follow me home?
Rubberneck! Me gonna get your money!
Rubberneck! Me gonna' cut you! Never go home!

Had enough, Jamaica! I need a rest, I need a piece of paradise.
No more rasta raga, wid a knife, 'bout to cut my throat, yeah, and all that jive, no!

So, I go pack my bag, make a plane for the States, before it's too late, hah!
Buh-bye! ** -- to Jamaica!

Da, da-doo, da, doo, da, da-doo, dooo!
Da, da-doo, da, doo, da, da-doo, dooo!

Rubberneck! Do you want buy ganja?
Rubberneck! Do you want to follow me home?
Rubberneck! Me gonna get your money!
Rubberneck! Me gonna cut you! Never go home!



* Two years before kike 10cc's "Dreadlock Holiday", which was a number one hit in the UK. Note the kikery: "'Dreadlock Holiday' is a reggae song by 10cc, written by Eric Stewart and [Kike] Graham Gouldman. Lead vocals were performed by Graham Gouldman. The lyrics relate the experiences of a white man lost in Jamaica. His first encounter with the locals is of being confronted in the street by an unpleasant dreadlocked man who wants the white man's silver necklace. The next encounter is when he is beside the pool of his hotel sipping a pina colada; a dark-voiced woman offers him drugs. These experiences were based on real events that happened to Moody Blues vocalist Justin Hayward and Eric Stewart in Jamaica. The reference to cricket in the first chorus, reggae in the second, and Jamaica in the third, reflects the [White} victim trying to avoid conflict by convincing the [Nigger] antagonist that they share common interests. " (Kikepedia)

** Sung like Burton Cummings in "American Woman".

Frank Zappa: production & doo-wop vocals.

Don Brewer: "His whole viewpoint on what rock and roll is all about is basically the same as ours - Keep it as simple as possible and really bring the balls out of this thing." 

F. Zappa: "All I did was in a documentary way make a record which tells you exactly what they really sound like. For the first time on record you can hear Grand Funk Railroad,and they're Fantastic, Fan-tastic, with an F three times taller than you!"






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