So last week I complained that the Random iTunes Fairy has been serving up too much Bob Dylan. And she responds by dropping the second Robyn track in three weeks.
I’m not sure what to make of that, but somehow I think I’m being taunted. Damn you, Steve Jobs!
Today’s song is one I should probably hate. It’s repetitive and the lyrics are complete nonsense. It’s not the kind of thing you listen to on headphones with the liner notes open in your lap, following along — and that’s the sort of music I generally like.
But for some reason I really love this song. I love that nifty keyboard riff and the way it thickens right before the beat drops in. I love the bom-diddi-bom chorus. I love the word punahussy.
I’d never listen to an entire album of songs like this, but it fits in very nicely on Robyn’s 2005 self-titled disc.
Nobody chafs gon’ face me with somethin
Like how I have twenty-two in’ a me somethin
Ten is for you so who gon’ get the next dozen, fool
(Repeat 4x)
Anytime they ready punahussy start war
Mess around and see who get it spread on th’ tar
My style is the bom-diddi-bom di-dang di-dang diggi-diggi
This rude girl don’t play with the bom di-dang di-dang diggi-diggi
(2x)
Punahussy sit around and a watch a girl live
Watch a girl roll, now you know I roll big
You sit around and plan how to put girl in fridge
Rememba when you dig a hole, it’s two you gon’ dig
Certain little boys I just stop deal with
Tell you they’re your friend and then badmouth again
My style is the bom-diddi-bom di-dang di-dang diggi-diggi
This rude girl don’t play with the bom di-dang di-dang diggi-diggi
(2x)
I press trigger, I don’t press people button
Nobody chafs gon’ face me with somethin
Like how I have twenty two and I’m miss somethin
Ten is for you so who gon’ get the next dozen, fool
(2x)
Anytime they ready punahussy start war
Mess around and see who get it spread on th’ tar
My style is the bom-diddi-bom di-dang di-dang diggi-diggi
This rude girl don’t play with the bom di-dang di-dang diggi-diggi
(4x)
Certain little boys I just stop deal with
Tell you they’re your friend and then badmouth again
Meet Me In Montauk 
I don’t hate this, but have no need to hear it ever again.