Tag: Mojo Nixon

Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper – I Ain’t Gonna Piss in No Jar

For those of you who offend easily…this post is probably not for you…because a lot of things by Mojo Nixon offend…and I love him for it. Well, this is a record…my second “piss” post in a week!

I’ve heard about this collaboration called “The American Psycolbilly Duo” and it fits! Mojo Nixon made some peculiar songs and some were a little deeper once you followed the lyrics. Mojo Nixon was born Neill Kirby McMillan Jr. in 1957 and he recently passed away on February 7, 2024.

This one was about threatening to personally deliver his marijuana-contaminated urine straight to First Lady Nancy Reagan. This was an answer to a bill that Reagan had to have mandatory drug tests for federal workers in the 80s. Of course, Nancy was big on “The War On Drugs.”

I’ve had a few posts about Mojo before…over his songs  “Elvis Is Everywhere,” “Debbie Gibson is Pregnant with My Two-Headed Love Child,” and “Don Henley Must Die.”

It’s probably been since the 1980s that I heard this song. A popular Nashville rock station WKDF in the 80s would play “Elvis Is Everywhere” and a few more by Mojo. I don’t think they would have played this one but a friend had the album and it was funny.

Mojo Nixon started in the early eighties and he teamed up with  Skid Roper (Richard Banke). Mojo and Skip Roper wrote this song. It was released in 1987 and it was on his album Bo-Day-Shus!!!. Mojo has some fun music. I forgot about his songs until a blogger named Paul pointed me toward him again a few years ago.

I Ain’t Going To Piss In No Jar

Well I ain’t gonna pee pee in no cupMiss Nancy Reagan’s gonna drink it upSaid yo Nancy, we just say, no, no, no no no no noWell go ahead and fire me from my jobThere’s one little thing you ain’t gonna robThat’s my freedom, and my liberty

Well I ain’t gonna piss in no jarThem evil peckerheads they done gone too farI wouldn’t pee in their mouths if they were dying of thirstYeah we got to get rid of this evil curseI’m alive and I’m fighting this jive

Everybody should go to WashingtonWe can have ourselves a little funYou know, they want our piss, I think we ought to give it to themSurround the White House with a urinary moatSo Ronnie and Nancy will have to float on a boatGet across the stinky, steaming yellow pee pee sea, oh

You know Thomas Jefferson is gonna be mighty pissedWhen he finds out about this, I saidCome back from the dead, Tom, sock ’em in the head

Why is everybody so afraid of drugsMan they afraid of what the drugs gonna do to us

Well I ain’t gonna pee pee in no cupMiss Nancy Reagan’s gonna drink it upSaid yo Nancy, we just say, no, no, no no no no noWell go ahead and throw me in jailRam hot spikes up my tailBut you’re not gonna get a drop of no peepee out of me

I ain’t gonna piss in no jar

You know Foghorn Leghorn wouldn’t pee in no jar. You know Patrick Henrydidn’t “Giveme liberty or give me a urine sample” now did he? Aw we sure enoughrockin’ out, Skid.Huey Long wouldn’t piss in no jar! What’s gonna be next, the doo doopolice? (Fade out)

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Mojo Nixon – Don Henley Must Die!

I had to post this song. Even Eagle fans will admit Henley can be a bit pretentious…that’s not a put down…it just is.

You and your kind
Are killing rock and roll
It’s not because you are O L D
It’s cause you ain’t got no soul!

Don Henley Must Die released in 1990 and it’s off of his album Otis.  The song peaked at #20 in the Modern Rock Charts.

According to Nixon, Henley joined Nixon onstage one night in a small club before the Eagles reunion and helped Nixon sing it. This is a quote from Nixon: “There I was, the king of bullshit, completely flabbergasted,” “I took my guitar off, put it back on, did that like three times, then got on the mic and said, ‘Don, do you want to debate? Do you want to fist fight?’ He was shit-faced and he goes, ‘I want to sing that song, especially the part about not getting together with Glenn Frey!'” 

When the chorus hit, Nixon let Henley take the lead: “Don Henley must die, don’t let him get back together with Glenn Frey!”

“He was beltin’ that shit out, screaming like he was Johnny fuckin’ Rotten,” 

..Don Henley Must Die…

https://youtu.be/fRm-sF0XG78

Don Henley Must Die

This is the sound of my brain.

Then I said, this is the sound of my brain on Don Henley!

Then I said, 1 2 3 4…

He’s a tortured artist
Used to be in the Eagles
Now he whines
Like a wounded beagle
Poet of despair!
Pumped up with hot air!
He’s serious, pretentious
And I just don’t care
Don Henley must die!
Don’t let him get back together
With Glenn Frey!
Don Henley must die!

Turn on the TV
And what did I see?
This bloated hairy thing
Winning a Grammy
Best Rock Vocalist?
Compared to what?
But your pseudo-serious
Crafty Satanic blot
Don Henley must die!
Put a sharp stick in his eye!
Don Henley must die!
Yea yea yea

Quit playin’ that crap
You’re out of the band

I’m only kidding
Can’t you tell?
I love his sensitive music
Idiot poetry, swell
You and your kind
Are killing rock and roll
It’s not because you are O L D
It’s cause you ain’t got no soul!
Don’t be afraid of fun
Loosen up your ponytail!
Be wild, young, free and dumb
Get your head out of your tail
Don Henley must die!
Don’t let him get back together
With Glenn Frey!

Don Henley must die!
Put him in the electric chair
Watch him fry!
Don Henley must die
Don Henley must die
No Eagles reunion
The same goes for you, Sting!

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Mojo Nixon – Debbie Gibson Is Pregnant with My Two-Headed Love Child

I remember this one…how could I forget? It is an 80’s time capsule…not a polite one but a time capsule all the same.

By the way…anyone who is easily offended…should NOT listen to the song.

This dandy song was released in 1989 on Mojo’s album  Root Hog or Die. Not only does he have fun with Gibson but he also mentions Rick Astley, Tiffany, Spuds MacKenzie, and Joan Collins as well.

I remember the video really well… Winona Ryder played Debbie Gibson and it’s as goofy as you would think…but fun. They lookalikes for Tiffany, Astley and Collins…and of course Spuds.

Debbie Gibson Is Pregnant With My Two Headed Love Child

Debbie Gibson is pregnant with my two headed love child
It’s a bigfoot baby, all covered in fur now
Stark-raving naked in the fornication nation

We were secretly married out in Las Vegas
At a little-bitty chapel, Joan Collins married us
Rootin’ tootin’, ain’t high falutin’

Rick Astley is a pantywaist, mash my butt in his face
His teeny-tiny, two inches of terror, they’re all gonna scare you
Hairbrained cockamamie knuckleheaded idjit galoot

No truth to the rumor about Spuds and Debbie G
Only went to the motel just to watch a little TV
Hate that dog, he must die

Tiffany is wrestling in jello
Body-slamming Debbie G, they’re covered head to toe
Hard on, my hard on

Debbie Gibson is pregnant with my two headed love child
It’s a bigfoot baby, all covered in fur now
Stark-raving naked in the fornication nation
I’m stark-raving naked in the fornication nation
Stark-raving naked in the fornication nation

Mojo Nixon – Elvis Is Everywhere

We are gonna lighten up today with a song from Mojo Nixon. Hope all of you are doing well on this holiday weekend… look around…Elvis is everywhere.

I was commenting with Paul and he  brought up Mojo Nixon and it’s probably been since the 1980s that I heard him. A popular Nashville rock station WKDF in the 80s would play this song and a few more by Mojo.

Mojo Nixon (Neill Kirby McMillan, Jr) started in the early eighties and he teamed up with  Skid Roper (Richard Banke). Mojo and Skip Roper wrote this song.

This song was released in 1987 and it was on his album Bo-Day-Shus!!!. Mojo has some fun music. I forgot about his songs until Paul pointed me toward him again and they came back to me. I’ll post one tomorrow also.

Nixon announced that he retired from the music business in 2004, playing his last live show in Austin, Texas. In 2009 he announced his “unretirement” and for a short time let anyone download his albums for free with this statement:

Can’t wait for Washington to fix the economy. We must take bold action now. If I make the new album free and my entire catalog free it will stimulate the economy. It might even over-stimulate the economy. History has shown than when people listen to my music, money tends to flow to bartenders, race tracks, late night greasy spoons, bail bondsman, go kart tracks, tractor pulls, football games, peep shows and several black market vices. My music causes itches that it usually takes some money to scratch

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpb4ZAAP6Z4

Elvis Is Everywhere

When I look out into your eyes out there
When I look out into your faces
You know what I see?
I see a little bit of Elvis
In each and every one of you out there

Lemme tell ya…
Weeeeeeeeeellllllll…
Elvis is everywhere
Elvis is everything
Elvis is everybody
Elvis is still the king

Man o man
What I want you to see
Is that the big E’s
Inside of you and me

Elvis is everywhere, man!
He’s in everything
He’s in everybody…

Elvis is in your jeans
He’s in your cheesburgers
Elvis is in Nutty Buddies!
Elvis is in your mom!

He’s in everybody
He’s in the young, the old
The fat, the skinny
The white, the black
The brown and the blue
People got Elvis in ’em too

Elvis is in everybody out there
Everybody’s got Elvis in them!
Everybody except one person that is…
Yeah, one person!
The evil opposite of Elvis
The Anti-Elvis

Anti-Elvis got no Elvis in ’em
Lemme tell ya

Michael J. Fox has no Elvis in him

And Elvis is in Joan Rivers
But he’s trying to get out, man!
He’s trying to get out!
Listen up Joanie Baby!

Elvis is everywhere
Elvis is everything
Elvis is everybody
Elvis is still the king

Man o man
What I want you to see
Is that the big E’s
Inside of you and me

Man, there’s a lot of unexplained phenomenon
Out there in the world
Lot of things people say
What the heck’s going on?

Let me tell ya!

Who built the pyramids?
ELVIS!
Who built Stonehenge?
ELVIS!

Yeah, man you see guys
Walking down the street
Pushing shopping carts
And you think they’re talking to allah
They’re talking to themself
Man, no they’re talking to ELVIS!
ELVIS! ELVIS!

You know whats going on in that Bermuda Triangle?
Down in the Bermuda Traingle
Elvis needs boats
Elvis needs boats
Elvis Elvis Elvis
Elvis Elvis Elvis

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Jim Dickinson – Dixie Fried

He hollered, rave on, children, I’m with you
Rave on, cats, he cried
It’s almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let’s all get Dixie fried

He was born James Luther Dickinson but most people knew him as Jim Dickinson. It doesn’t get much more southern than this album and the title track.

He worked at Memphis Sun Records and Ardent Studios in the 1960s on, to sessions with the Rolling Stones (piano on Wild Horses at Muscle Shoals), Ry Cooder and Bob Dylan. He also played with his roots band Mud Boy & The Neutrons and the Dixie Flyers.

Dickinson produced recordings for performers as diverse as Willy DeVille, Green on Red, Mojo Nixon, Tav Falco’s Panther Burns, Toots and the Maytals and Screamin’ Jay Hawkins.

In the 70s he produced Big Star’s 3rd Sisters/Lovers album and in the 80s The Replacements Please To Meet Me album in Memphis.

In 1971 he started to focus on production work, producing and appearing on Ry Cooder’s acclaimed Into The Purple Valley and Boomer’s Story albums. Atlantic offered him a chance to record a solo album, and his debut Dixie Fried came out in 1972. It gave him the chance to present his own off-beat take on southern roots music, resulting in an album full of R&B and country.

The song was written by Carl Perkins and Howard “Curley” Griffin.

So if you want… sit back and sip some Tennessee Straight Sour Mash Whiskey and get Dixie Fried.

Dixie Fried

On the outskirts of town, there’s a little night spot
Dan dropped in about five o’clock
Took off his jacket, said, the night is short
He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart

He hollered, rave on, children, I’m with you
Rave on, cats, he cried
It’s almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let’s all get Dixie fried

Well, Dan got happy and he started raving
He pulled out a razor, but he wasn’t shaving
And all the cats knew to jump and hop
‘Cause Dan was raised in a butcher shop

He hollered, rave on, children, I’m with you
Rave on, cats, he cried
It’s almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let’s all get Dixie fried

Well, the cops heard Dan when he started to shout
They all ran in to see what it was about
And I heard him holler as they led him away
He turned his head and this is what he had to say

He hollered, rave on, children, I’m with you

Rave on, cats, he cried
It’s almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let’s all get Dixie fried

Now, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw
He let us all know, he wasn’t scared of the law
The black dog barked, but the boy didn’t flinch
He said, it ain’t my fault, hon, that I been pinched

He hollered, rave on, children, I’m with you
Rave on, cats, he cried
It’s almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let’s all get Dixie fried

Now, Dan was the bravest man we ever saw
He let us all know he wasn’t scared of the law
And I heard him holler as they led him away
He turned his head and this was what he had to say

He hollered, rave on, children, I’m with you
Rave on, cats, he cried
It’s almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let’s all get Dixie fried

Yeah, it’s almost dawn, the cops ain’t gone
And I’ve been Dixie fried