Creepiest Ditty

[m-jean03]

What's the creepiest commercial ditty, or TV theme song, etcetera, you've ever heard?

I am drawing a blank, so feel free to add your own! In fact, I hope you do.

[XanaDUer]

1. "Timothy"

a song about cannibalism.

[Wickerman]

3. great song

I haven't heard that in ages. Creeped me out when I was about 12.

[WannaJumpMyScooter]

10. Yeah! Who did that? I was trying to remember it the other day...

Nitty gritty dirt band?

[htuttle]

2. It's gotta be the diarrhea song...

Which, I note, seems to generally run shortly after the traditional dinner time.

[Donkeyboy75]

4. La Marseillaise

Beautiful song, but ghoulish lyrics. A couple of snippets:

Arise children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny's
Bloody standard is raised
Listen to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and consorts

To arms citizens Form your battalions
March, march
Let impure blood
Water our furrows


A beautiful cute little anthem, eh?

[m-jean03]

5. Yeah, that's creepy alright.

:scared:

[DS1]

6. I hate those gotta go right now ads with a passion

:nuke:

[NightTrain]

7. Elvis Costello's "Psycho."

Come here and fry some fish, mama
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lord, how I wish, mama
You could stop the baby cryin'
'Cause my head is killing me

I saw my ex again last night, mama
She was at the dance at Miller's Store
She was with that Jackie White mama
I killed them both
And they're buried under Jacob's sycamore

You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You better let 'em lock me up

Oh, don't hand me Johnny's pup, mama
As I might squeeze him too tight
I'm havin' crazy dreams again, mama
So let me tell you 'bout last night

I woke up in Johnny's room, mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, mama
Wishing both of us were dead

You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
I just killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You'd better let 'em lock me up

Oh, you recall that little girl, mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Oh don't tell me that she's dead, mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park

We were sitting on a bench, mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, mama
Then my mind just walked away

You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
Mama, why don't you get up???

[m-jean03]

8. Yeah, definitely creepy

:scared: Knew I could count on you NightTrain! :)

[solinvictus]

9. "Yes" by Click Click from the CD "Bent Massive"

Yes

Back of my head I feel the slaughter
take somebody else's daughter
out in the fields where no one goes
to a place I know we'll be alone
Take to the grass that rolls like lava
steal a scene from 'Onibaba'
take that girl to a place I know
and bury her deep when it's time to go
Throw the wood from the bridge to the water
wood that ended someones daughter
three feet long and square and flat
(I couldn't afford a baseball bat)
watch it float off to the sea
feel it looking back at me
splinters point out accusations
feel another strange sensation

Take to the road in someones camper
smile as I leave with his head in a hamper
bury that basket deep in the ground
head for the city, get lost in the crowd
See description in the paper
laugh at the story, laugh at the news
call from a telephone out in the country
let the bastards know my views
No religion, no temptation
ain't no goddam explanation
do this thing to make me smile
I may well stop it for a while
Can't believe my own ambition
goes no further than the road
that leads me to some destination
covered in blood from head to toe.


I love this song....in a Ted Bundy sort of way.

[Tom Kitten]

11. Kicks

by Lou Reed...from 1976(?)

Hey man, what’s your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what’s your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, what’s your style
I love the way, try to call now
Hey man, what’s your style
I ain’t jealous of the way you’re living
I ain’t jealous of the way you’re living
When you cut that dude with just a little mania
You did it so, ... ah
When the blood comma’ down his neck ...
Don’t you know it was better than sex, now, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
’cause it was, the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
And then you just get somebody to
To now, now, come on to you
And then you kill ’em, yeah
You kill ’em, now, now, cause I need kicks ...
I’m getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks
Hey man, what’s your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what’s your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now, now, now, now, now
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, what’s your style
You know, I love the way you drive your car now
Hey man, what’s your style
I ain’t jealous of the way you’re living
Ain’t jealous of, now, now, the way you’re living
Hey, newspaper ...
You did it so, wow, crudely, now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
It was the final thing to do
Get somebody to came, come on to you, then
Get somebody to, ah, come on to you
Better kill them now
Better kill him now, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now
’cause I need kicks
I need some kicks
I’m getting bored
I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Oh, give it now, kicks
Yeah, need some kicks
Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks
Oh, give it me now, now
Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ...

PS "Timothy" was done by the Buoys, their only "hit", and one of the strangest top 40 hits I can remember!