Oh, Ariel Pink, you’re what I like to call a good-tasting asshole. Especially in live performance (when they mash this conventional tune with “Love me Do”) this really comes across as a deeply misogynistic song. But I tend to like those best - the high irony, the deadpan sneer, and the secret celebration of basing one’s sexuality on porn. Ariel namechecks himself like a rapper in this, and identifies gender ambiguously, even though the lyrics have that quality of something collaged and repeated without meaning. Plus there are the horse noises, and the spoonerism. This and “butt-house blondies” sound like John Currin paintings look. Guilty pleasures I somehow take personally.
She’s a nympho at the discotheque, she’s a nympho and I’m a lesbian And yet I’m also a nympho She’s a nympho at the bibliotheque Dr. Mario, colonoscopist Down at the Barrio, I’m a therapist Yes I’m a nympho, yes I’m a nympho, my name is Ariel and I’m a nympho
(Why do you have to sing? Why do you have to go singing? Do you have to sing? ‘Cause I’m gonna sing, why do you have to sing? Why do you have to sing? Why do you have to go singing? Do you have to sing? So what can I do for you to please me too?)
The symphony of the nymph I don’t need to burn any bridges But I can’t get enough of those bitches I’m just a rocknrolla from Beverly Hills My name is Ariel, and I’m a nymph! The nymphony of the symph
Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup girl Giddyup girl
I don’t wanna burn any bridges But I can’t get enough of those bitches I’m just a rocknrolla from Beverly Hills My name is Ariel Pink!