Last night, driving back from band practice, this came pumping out of the speakers:
“…isotope soap, isotope soap…
…wash my head, now my brain is dead…
with isotope soap, isotope soap
…wash my ear, couldn’t hear for a year…
isotope soap, isotope soap…”
…wash my dick, now my babies are sick
isotope soap, isotope soap…”
Isotope Soap, Geza X, 1981
Being 3 years old, I guess I didn’t have the opportunity (or capacity) to appreciate this masterpiece when it first came out. I do remember liking me some Hall and Oates though.
