I should know better than to complain. Karma has a way of eking out justice. To honor my complaint of Toby Keith’s “Red Solo Cup,” the song has been stuck in my head all day. I barely know two lines, but those two lines have been playing over and over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. You get the idea. [sigh]
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It’s obvious Toby Keith has fallen victim to the YesMen (and yes, YesWomen) around him, with his ego soaring ever higher in the atmosphere, resulting in the most annoying song in recent memory. I’m guessing the conversation that led to the irrepressible “Red Solo Cup” song went something like this:
YesMan: Toby, you’re the most awesome musical performer on the planet.
TK: (No verbal response, just a semi-snarl-partial-laugh. Think of something along the lines of Elvis meets Tim “the Tool Man” Taylor.)
YesMan: Seriously man! You could sing a song about anything and your fans would send it to the top of the charts.
TK: Prolly right about that. (The use of “prolly” irks me, so it’s fitting to use it here. I’m LOLing.)
YesMan: Sure I’m right! We could write something simple right here, right now and I guarantee it’ll go platinum.
TK: Maybe. (TK’s strong suit is singing, not conversing.)
YesMan: Take that cup you’re holding — we can turn it into a hit!
TK: This beer’s for my horse.
YesMan: No, I don’t need it — nevermind. Red Solo Cup, I fill you up, let’s have a party . . .
YesMan: It’ll be the drinking song of the decade!
TK: Gotta take a leak.
YesMan: I’ll keep workin’ on this song, man!
And so it goes. The birth of a song that would echo in the ears of beer drinkers everywhere, from frat parties to farm parties, from the country to the cities. Toby Keith, good grief.
(. . . Am I the only one who doesn’t like this song?? . . . )