The Getting Down to Basics Song

People criticize my songwriting. Too wordy, they say. Too obscure. Too sappy. Too sad. Just get to the point, already, my critics say. And I know what they say is right.

There is a catchy song on the radio these days which uses this simple refrain: “Take your clothes off.”

When I think about it, that’s probably all I ever wanted to say in all my love songs anyway.

And even though I envy the simplicity of the chorus, “Take your clothes off,” I feel that the writer of that song sort of ruined his chances for economic gain by blurting it all out at once. He could have manufactured several hits out of that sentiment. Such as, “Take your socks off,” “Take your shirt off,” “Take your pants off”, etc.

A song with such a bold title must have some pretty weird lyrics. So I thought I would look up the lyrics and ridicule them too. Any song with such a simple, straightforward title had to be good for a laugh.

I found the song by a Canadian singer by the name of Ria Mae. This is her first hit song.

As I copied out the lyrics, I listened to the song about three times. Now I love it and if she knocks on my door and sings it to me, I will take my clothes off.

Also, to my surprise, as someone who tries to write songs, I found it to be pretty well written. And catchy as hell. I am happy to be wrong.

May you have a long and happy career Ria.

©2015 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.