I haven’t heard this song in ages and suddenly recognized the tune in a McDonald’s commercial, of all places. The Proclaimers‘ cover of the Roger Miller hit is one of my most vivid recollections of the time we started to get regularly exposed to the Western music acts via a weekly MTV hit-parade (I already mentioned it in the past).
In 1989 or so, the only words from the lyrics that my knowledge of English allowed me to clearly identify beyond those in the title were “no phone, no pool, no pets, I ain’t got no cigarettes”, which, in the absence of registering the stuff about trailers for rent and old worn out suits, sounded glamorously vagabond. But mostly, I just liked the sound of the song, that jazzy country crossover, especially the last portion, with only the bass and the finger snapping for music.
One other clear recollection from those MTV viewings is this ditty by London Beat. Beats me – hey, a pun! – why I remember that one so well.