Dear Steve Miller,
It's been awhile since I've written. I hope you are still being well and truly rocked by your sweet baby. I know to what great lengths you went to make that happen.
Just a quick question today regarding The Joker.
You say:
People keep talkin' about me baby,
say I'm doin' you wrong (doin' you wrong),
But don't worry, don't worry, don't worry now mama,
Cause I'm right here at home.
If I read you correctly, you're saying that the mere fact of you being right there at home rules out any possibility that you are doing your baby/mama wrong? Does she actually buy that? I'm no fancy social worker, but I'm pretty sure that a lot of wrong-doing happens, in fact, right there at home.
Still, if you would have stopped the song there, you might have convinced your sweet baby, if only grudgingly, that you were doing her right. But just a few lines later--after providing a laundry list of things you are (picker, grinner, lover, sinner, etc.)--you mention, almost as an afterthought, that, oh yeah, "I get my lovin' on the run."
Dude, you are either super-ballsy or your sweet baby has the intellectual capacity of an actual sweet baby. But, whatever works for you, Steve Miller. Just keep on tokin' and it'll probably all be fine.
Incidentally, have you ever considered playing your music in the shade? Not even The Joker can laugh away basal cell carcinoma. Think about it.
Full lyrics to The Joker here.
The mystery behind "the pompatus of love" revealed here. Really!
Below: The Joker, 1973. This one is well worth 3 minutes of your life.
To see The Joker with kittens (Fatboy Slim remix), go here. Yes, kittens.
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