The morning sun, when it's in your face really shows your age,
but that don't worry me none, cause in my eyes you're everything.

It’s like a railroad running right through my heart
Jekyll and Hyde the way I behave
Feel like I’m running on an empty gauge

It's so hard in the middle of the week

All of my friends have a ring on their finger, they have someone

I called you collect, you didn't accept
You had nothing to say.

I think it's funny but he also deserved a kick in the head for telling her the morning sun when it's in her face really shows her age.

Rod, if you're sexy you should know. Don't ask. Women are going to think you're hitting on them. Can you say pepper spray?

Any line repeated 24 times at the end of a song is bad enough, but aside from being the song title, this line doesn't even have anything to do with the rest of the lyrics!

too many matildas

My journey through the decades of pop has introduced me to many fine examples of work by numerous artists.Great lyrics and great music.It has also unearthed,from the very bowels of ineptitude,the prattlings of the stupid.Yes,the stupid are on show it seems at every other stop.Is there to be no shelter from these merchants of madness?Sadly there isn't,and in this day and age it's my sad duty to cut these pieces of waste to ribbons and place them out in the broad daylight of reason for all to gape at.Does anyone who sang it,especially in this day and age,realise just how insane Try a little tenderness sounds?I doubt it,for if they did they would think twice before singing it.The above line is perhaps the daftest in the song,which is why I've pinpointed it.Guys,who in their right senses would waste time anticipating things they will never,never possess?Unless,that is,they aren't in their right senses.Is that the picture the writer of this dumbness was painting of women?One wonders where his brain was at. We're told that girls do get weary wearing the same old dress.Like,what?I mean what girl,especially today,is going to put up with that particular state of affairs?However,we're told to keep warbling soft words of comfort,in the spirit of tenderness to them in the meantime,which they'll never forget,and that as long as we love them that's all that matters.Guys,what kind of complete and final insanity is this?Everyone knows that it takes much more to cement a relationship than gently spoken I love yous.The number sounds like the last word in madness in today's age,in which it isn't always easy for the sexes to know how best to relate to each other in the first place,although the 90s were even worse in that respect perhaps.One of the greatest puzzles of all is that so many artists have had a stab at this particular number,when,in reality,someone,somewhere along the line, should have realised first just how patronising towards women,and just how generally cretinous it really is.No self respecting girl,nay-sane girl,would represent the wierd and wonderful woman conjured up by this mess of madness in a million years.The case for the prosecution rests.

If he's good enough to make his living playing pool, wouldn't he have bought his own cue by now?

From what I know about Mr. Stewart's off-stage behavoir--including punching photographers--I am hard put to believe he has any respect for anyone or anything except himself and his money and fame.

"Hand" and "Out" don't ryhme.This lyric has bugged me for a long time

"Age" and "Everything" don't ryhme!

Who wants to reminded that they're getting old?

rails don't really "freeze," while there are some issues with running a railroad in cold weather (frozen switches, etc), railroads are the last thing affected during the worst weather.

I believe he would rather her inhibitions not come out.

The second line. While it is still done in some places, home milk delivery is not that common in North America any more, you want milk, you get it at a supermarket (although in some places, such as the UK, it's still done...this song however is about a place in Indiana)

People now use cell phones, and Pay Phones are now 75 cents.

Well, I grew up hearing the Unplugged album, so of course I had no clue since I was a little kid. I never realized how dirty it was until I read Dave Barry's Book of Bad Songs! I guess any song with the lyric 'Loosen up that pretty French gown' can't be that innocent.

The Miracles

Aubrey Beardsley, artist who designed the prints used for Oscar Wildes' 'Salome' book - I don't think Stewart knew of him pre-Britt!

Recorded music produced by Motown Record Company.

I'm surprised this one hasn't been added.

"Sugar" doesn't need to tell him he's sexy; he's already convinced.

This song has an upbeat tune, but it is hard to choose what lines best express the ambivalent love-hate angst being expressed in the lyrics. It might look encouraging early on when he tells Maggie "But that don't bother me none; in my eyes you're everything.". But as the lyrics further unfold, "everything" seems to include the superbly bad as well as the superbly good. In short, what we have here is a rousing tune about a dysfunctional lover that the singer can't leave, despite the fact that she's made his life a disaster zone if the lyrics can be taken seriously.

Bring over some of your Motown records
We'll put the weakers in the spindo and we'll go
On the roof and missin' to the Lyricals.

See: Christina Aguilera Dirrty.