
Good Girls Don’t by The Knack

She’s your adolescent dream
Schoolboy stuff, a sticky sweet romance
And she makes you want to scream
Wishing you could get inside her pants
So you fantasize away
An adolescent is a young person who has started puberty, but has not reached maturity—schoolboy stuff, for sure, and schoolgirl stuff. In “Good Girls Don’t,” the male fantasizes about getting into the good girl’s pants, and probably getting into something on the other side of the pants. Sticky, sweet wet dreams, as he fantasizes about what could be.
And while you’re squeezing her (metaphorically speaking, while he squeezes something else), you think you hear her saying…
“Good girls don’t,
Good girls don’t,
Good girls don’t, but I do.”
What a lovely fantasy for a teenage boy, and a hope for the future, when she says she does, and his fantasy becomes reality.
The Knack followed “Good Girls Don’t” with the song “That’s What the Little Girls Do.”
“She’s the virgin queen, dancing in your dreams
Yes, she plays the part
If you let her go, she will break your ego and your heart”
She is still in his dreams, but she’s become the little girl who makes his dreams come true.
Good Girls Don’t was a #1 hit for The Knack, from the number-one album Get The Knack in June 1979. At the time, the album was one of the most successful debuts in history, selling over 1,000,000 copies in less than 2 months and spending 5 weeks at #1 on the Billboard 200 album chart. Enough to take your breath away. Maybe even every breath you take.

Every Breath You Take The Police
“Every Breath You Take” is a song by the English rock band The Police from their fifth and final studio album Synchronicity (1983). Written by Sting, the single was the biggest American and Canadian hit of 1983, topping the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart for eight weeks (the band’s only No. 1 hit on that chart), and the Canadian RPM chart for two weeks. Their fifth UK No. 1, “Every Breath You Take” topped the UK singles chart for four weeks. It also reached the top 10 in numerous other countries. In May 2019, BMI recognized the song as the most-played song in radio history.
Every breath you take
And every move you make
Every single day
And every word you say
Every move you make, every step you take
I’ll be watching you
When I listen to the song “Every Breath You Take“, I hear a jilted lover stalking his prey. In the chorus, the protagonist says, “Oh, can’t you see, you belong to me”? Sting has said that he thinks “the song is very, very sinister and ugly and people have actually misinterpreted it as being a gentle little love song, when it’s quite the opposite.” In fact, it often gets featured at weddings, which is bizarre. “Every breath you take, every move you make… I’ll be watching you” describes a toxic, invasive relationship in which the speaker says, “You belong to me,” showing a dark possessiveness and haunting the female’s every breath and every step, rather than a healthy relationship.
“Every Breath You Take” is an easy song to tap your toe to and sing quietly along with, and I think most people don’t know the deeper truth in the lyrics. A great bit of rock and roll all in all.

Lola The Kinks
Lola is an attractive transvestite, according to songwriter Ray Davies, and the narrator is a young man flattered by the attention paid to him by her. 1970 album Lola Versus Powerman and the Moneygoround, Part One. The song details a romantic encounter in a Soho bar between a young man and Lola, who is most likely a drag queen or a trans woman. In the song, the narrator describes his confusion towards Lola, who “walked like a woman but talked like a man“, yet he remains infatuated with her.
Since its release, “Lola” became a mainstay in the Kinks’ live repertoire, appearing in most of the band’s subsequent setlists until the group’s breakup in 1997. Since its release, “Lola” has appeared on multiple compilation and live albums.
I don’t think there is much I can say about the lyrics to “Lola.” The lyrics are pretty self-explanatory, with a trans person or a cross-dresser featuring prominently in the narrative. The song has polarized listeners and critics alike from its release to this day. Some radio stations refused to play the song; Ray Davies addressed the matter, saying, “It really doesn’t matter what sex Lola is, I think she’s all right.” In what I think is a hilarious take on the song, the BBC banned the track for a different reason: the original stereo recording had the words “Coca-Cola” in the lyrics, but because of BBC Radio’s policy against product placement, Ray Davies was forced to make a 6,000-mile (9,700 km) round-trip flight from New York to London and back on 3 June 1970, interrupting the band’s American tour, to change those words to the generic “cherry cola” for the single release, which is included on various compilation albums as well.
The lyrics don’t matter to me; Lola is a great uptempo song, perfect for cruising with the windows down, with no particular place to go.
Well, I’d left home just a week before
And I’d never, ever kissed a woman before
Lola smiled and took me by the hand
She said, “Dear boy, gonna make you a man”
Well I’m not the world’s most masculine man
But I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a man
And so is Lola

Undercover Angel Alan O’Day
Cryin’ on my pillow, lonely in my bed
Undercover angel, midnight fantasy
I never had a dream that made sweet love to me, ooh
Undercover Angel has plenty of ambiguity in the lyrics, but I’ll focus on the three lines above: a man alone in bed, lamenting his loneliness. Then the undercover angel appears; is this an apparition, a real woman, a dream, or a lonely man’s wish? I lean hard into the words “fantasy” and “dream.” As they appear in the lyrics, I hear the plea of a lonely man living in a fantasy about the woman of his dreams. The undercover angel was a midnight fantasy that made love to the narrator in his dreams.
Undercover Angel is considered a one-hit wonder and charted at #1 when it was released in 1977. Alan O’Day had more success writing hits for other musicians even though he was a good musician in his own right.

Girl, You’ll Be A Woman Soon Neil Diamond
Girl, you’ll be a woman soon
Please, come take my hand
Girl, you’ll be a woman soon
Soon, you’ll need a man
A song from a boy and a girl, whose family says he’s no good, as he declares that she’ll soon be a woman and will need a man. The song says she is a girl now, but she will soon be a woman, and when she is, she will need a man. She will not just want a man; she will need a man. They wait until she is old enough to make her own choices, rather than having her family stop her from having a relationship with this boy. This song is another about the transition from adolescence to maturity. “Girl, You’ll Be A Woman Soon” peaked at number 10 on the charts, has been covered by many, and got a second life in the movie Pulp Fiction, with a version by Urge Overkill.

Only Sixteen Dr. Hook
She was only sixteen, only sixteen (Sixteen, sixteen)
I loved her so
But she was too young to fall in love (Sixteen, sixteen)
And I was too young to know
While “Only Sixteen” is not overtly sexual, there is a tension with the transition from adolescence and being “too young to know” to being a year older and the transition to maturity. A nice little ditty about youthful romance; I like the Dr. Hook version.

Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen Neil Sedaka
Tonight’s the night I’ve waited for
Because you’re not a baby anymore
You’ve turned into the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
Happy birthday, sweet sixteen
“Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen” is another song similar to “Only Sixteen.” Lots of songs feature sixteen as an important age of transition from adolescence to maturity, including the classic “Sweet Sixteen and Never Been Kissed”, from 1932. In Neil Sedaka’s song, the girl is “not a baby anymore,”; she is sixteen and a pretty girl now.

Calendar Girl Neil Sedaka
I love, I love, I love my little calendar girl
Every day (Every day)
Every day (Every day)
Of the year (Every day of the year)
I light the candles at your sweet sixteen
In another song from Neil Sedaka’s prolific writing, we get the ambiguous “Calendar Girl.” I mention this song along with “Pictures of Lily” by The Who, “Six Days of Paper Ladies” by Humphrey and the Dumptrucks, and “Dreaming From The Waist” by The Who.

Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night
Pictures of Lily solved my childhood problems
Pictures of Lily helped me feel alright

Dreaming From The Waist The Who
I’ve got the hots for the sluts in the well thumbed pages of a magazine
I want to drive, want to fly like I do in the dreams I’ve never really been in
I want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up and cool down in a dream machine
I’m dreaming from the waist on down

Six Days of Paper Ladies Humphrey and the Dumptrucks
This is the story of a touring musician who spends six days on the road, with paper ladies to keep him company until he gets home again. In this context, it isn’t a huge leap of logic from an innocent calendar of his favourite pin-up girl to pictures that provide sexual release, such as pictures of Lily, paper ladies, and the hot sluts in the well-thumbed pages of a magazine.

Rosie Jackson Browne
But Rosie, you’re all right, you wear my ring
When you hold me tight, Rosie, that’s my thing
When you turn out the light, I got to hand it to me
Looks like it’s me and you again tonight, Rosie
Rosie is from Jackson Browne’s 1977 album Running on Empty. Hand in hand (pun intended) is the fourth of the four songs we have, Rosie, a song that is quite obviously about self-love, a.k.a. masturbation. An argument could be made that Calendar Girl, Pictures of Lily and Six Days of Paper Ladies are all about the same thing, getting it off with Rosie and her four sisters.

Donald and Lydia John Prine
Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade
Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray, Lydia
She read romance magazines up in her room
And felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon
Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday night
A warehouse of strangers with sixty-watt lights
Staring through the ceiling, just wanting to be
Lay one of too many, a young PFC, Donald
He envisioned the details of romantic scenes
After midnight in the stillness of the barracks latrine
Donald and Lydia made love that night
They made love in the mountains, they made love in the streams
They made love in the valleys, they made love in their dreams
But when they were finished, there was nothing to say
‘Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away
I hold John Prine’s songwriting in high regard, and this story song is right up there with his best. The key line is the last one: “they made love from ten miles away.” And presto, we have another song about masturbation.

Afternoon Delight Starland Vocal Band
Thinking of you’s working up my appetite
Looking forward to a little afternoon delight
In 1976, when this song came out, I was working with a guy who had a girl who was about 5 years old. They listened to the radio everywhere they drove, and before long, this child was singing about afternoon delight. It is a very catchy tune, and it is easy to hear why the child would learn the lyrics. Afternoon Delight hit number one in July, just in time to evoke the Bicentennial summer’s fireworks displays with the chorus “skyrockets in flight”. Starland Vocal Band won two Grammy Awards, beating Boston for Album of the Year. Starland Vocal Band faded away, and Boston by Boston became one of the best-selling debut albums in U.S. history.
I am closing this blog with two powerful songs. Songs delivered by strong women who aren’t afraid to speak their mind.

Above The Neck Sofia Isella
Sofia lashes out at the porn industry and the way society tries to oversexualize young girls. She takes a stand against pictures of Lily, paper ladies, and hot sluts in the well-thumbed pages of a magazine. This is a very well-done song, regardless of what it says, and part of a really good EP, Something Is a Shell; check it out.
Your hands are down your pants, you’re settled in for the night
It’s time to watch eighteen-year-olds on a private browser site
But eighteen years isn’t short enough for you
They have pigtails and Hello Kitty shorts on to undo
They’ve learned that the closer you look like to a kid
The more money you get from a forty-two-year-old piece of shit
So on screen, they’ll touch a dick and act so confused
Because cluelessness is easier to get off to
There’s no button to push for third base
I’m not trying to seduce you, fuckface
I’ll be out in your lawn, covered in snot
I get away with so much shit ’cause you think I’m hot
Oh, you’ll praise the virgin, self-absorbent
You think your penis is very important
But if something’s dirty after you touch it
The problem is your hands, dipshit, cut it off

Why d’Ya Do It Marianne Faithfull
A standout B-side hit from Marianne Faithfull’s seventh studio album Broken English. Interviewed with Stereo Society, her producer and collaborator Barry Reynolds states:
“With Marianne, probably one of the best things we ever put down was Why D’Ya Do It? a lyric by Heathcote Williams. She came in and read it, and it was so outrageous. The band just sat around listening to these “Why do you suck my dick?” Why do you…? At that point, we had a guitarist in the band that was a Jimi Hendrix fan, and he started playing All Along the Watchtower. I changed it a bit by adding a reggae-feel around it. Marianne just started narrating this thing, and it was amazing. I knew that it was working as soon as she started talking over that rhythm, and then it came to the chorus–Why’d you do it, she said. Why’d you do what you did? Why’d you do it? It was perfect.”
I am choosing not to print the lyrics, not because of the content, but because it is a long read, to “Why d’Ya Do It”; you can read them here. https://genius.com/Marianne-faithfull-why-dya-do-it-lyrics
Broken English is the seventh studio album by English singer Marianne Faithfull. Island Records released it on 2 November 1979. The album marked a major comeback for Faithfull after years of drug abuse, homelessness and anorexia. It is often regarded as her definitive recording, and Faithfull herself described it as her “masterpiece”. I agree with her.
I consider Broken English one of my favourite 1970s albums. Her rendition of
“The Ballad of Lucy Jordan,” written by Shel Silverstein, and John Lennon’s “Working Class Hero” are equally as powerful as Why, d’Ya Do It. I honestly don’t know what superlatives to use. They are amazing versions of songs others wrote, and she made them her own. She didn’t cover them; she reinvented them. Marianne Faithfull closes our rambling path through the agonies of adolescence into (occasionally) mature people. I hope you enjoy reading and listening to this as much as I enjoyed stitching it together.

Bonus: Have You Seen Jackie? by The Dukes of Stratosphear
“Jackie couldn’t decide if he was a girl or if she was a boy.”













































































