My 49th Favorite Song of All-Time

is:

“Top Drawer” by Man Man

Man Man is a strange, quirky, totally badass Philadelphia band that is somewhat difficult to describe. (I wrote all these entries in a fevered marathon about 6 months ago.  I don’t mention the Philly thing because I just moved here; they’re just one of those band’s whose city of origin factors greatly in their mythos, like Silversun Pickups from San Diego, Death Cab For Cutie from Seattle, Bruce Springsteen from Jersey, etc) I highly encourage you to read their Wikipedia entry, which describes them better than I’d possibly be able to.

Although they are not my favorite band, the concert I attended of theirs remains (by a small margin) my favorite concert-going experience ever. I implore you to read my blog entry about that experience here; for some reason the embedded YouTube videos have disappeared from that entry, but fear not, for here is a live version (studio Man Man is just kind of unnecessary) of my favorite song of theirs, “Top Drawer”:

You need a haircut. You need a shoeshine. You need aristocratic glow-in-the dark erotic magnet.

I know!

You need a moped. Half-boy half-horse head. You need a black Cadillac so death can drive him or ride in the back

I know!

I am a smoke fire, scared of holy water! People claim I’m possessed by the devil, but Mama, I know, I’m possessed by your daughter.

I know! I’ve been told! I am dancing through.

I am the top dog, top dog. Hot dog, hot dog.

You need a new body. You need a latte. You need the lingering scent of holiday men doing hot Pilates.

I know!

You cry wet cement. You lost accidents. You wonder where true love went cause the breeder in your bed don’t butter your bread.

I know!

I am a smoke fire, scared of holy water! People claim I’m possessed by your daughter, but Mama, I know I’m possessed by a problem!

I know! I’ve been told! I’m passing through.

I’m the top dog, top dog. Hot dog, hot dog.