Who Sang The Commercial? King Missile

Release information
Release Date: 1994
Genre: Rock
Style: Noise/Post Rock
length: 2:20
Lyrics
Lately, I've seen red,
I've tasted blood,
I've killed with words,
I've wished and hoped and
Swam through a river of snot
Twice as wide as the mighty Mississippi,
But I wanna know about the commercial
I saw on TV:
An Irish guy,
Walking through a field of green,
Whistling one of those Irish jigs,
And a woman walks up and says,
Manly yes, but I like it too.

Then the guy pulls out a huge knife
And cuts off his first two fingers,
And somehow catches them,
In what's left of his left hand,
And hands them to the woman
Did I mention they're both dressed in green?

They they both sing this song together:
Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
Are ya hot as anything?
Hey cut off two of your fingers,
And stab yourself in the eye!

Then he stabs himself in the eye,
And hands her the knife,
And she stabs herself in the eye-okay? okay?
so what about that?

Then they join arms
And do this Irish folk dance
While taking turns dismembering each other
This was a commercial for deodorant, I think,
Or soap or something

So now all the body parts
Are lying in a heap,
But the heads are still singing
Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
Are ya hot as anything?
Hey! get away from summer,
And cut off all your limbs!"

Then all of the body parts
Start hopping and bopping around,
Like little bunny rats,
Then they jump into the mouths of the singing heads,
But then they just slip right back out
Through the severed necks and keep bopping about

It's very beautiful music that's playing;
There's an Irish flute,
And a mandolin, I think,
And the background singers sound
Just like the Clancy brothers

It's really a wonderful commercial,
Spectacular,
It must of cost a fortune to make
The kind of commercial you'd see
During the Super Bowl, maybe,
Where the advertising time costs
A million dollars
A half a minute
Wow, imagine that:
A million dollars
For a half a minute!

Anyway,
By the end of it,
It looks like the two of them
have been through a juicer,
Or a food processor
Or a blender or something-
It's just a pink puree of
Blood, bone and flesh in a big bucket,
But it's still singing somehow
Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
Are ya hot as anything?
Hey! Blend yourself, process yourself
Become a glass of animal juice!

Haven't you had enough
Of fruit juices and vegetable juices?
Next time company comes over,
Offer them a cool refreshing glass of yourself!
Give of yourself,
Stop being such a selfish piece of snot,
Okay? Okay? Okay!
And now, back to our program.

Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Love Is...
  • 2 What If
  • 3 Let's Have Sex
  • 4 Pigs Will Fly
  • 5 These People
  • 6 Open Up
  • 7 Wind Up Toys
  • 8 Delores
  • 9 Tongue
  • 10 The Dishwasher
  • 11 Socks
  • 12 Bloodletting
  • 13 Lies
  • 14 The Commercial
  • 15 King David's Dirge
  • 16 Psalm
  • 17 Happy Note

  • Release information
    label: Atlantic
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 075678258923
    script: Latin