Medium-slow 12 bar vocal blues with jazz harmonic overtones featuring piano, electric guitar, acoustic bass, and drums. Humorous lyrics get right to the point; “You can boss me around; but don’t tell me how to drive”. Bluesy swing feel. Guitar and piano takes turns answering vocals and taking solos.
Track details
| Track ID number: | 10098 |
|---|---|
| Genres: | Vocal Jazz music - royalty free jazz with vocals -- Jazz: General & faster jazz -- Blues & Southern Rock |
| Moods/Emotions: | Regret / Painful / Bitter / Angsty -- Cool / Funky / Strutting -- Laid back / Easy-going / Chilled |
| Suggested Production Types: | Comedy / Sitcom / Dramedy -- Family / Light Entertainment -- House Makeover / Property Show -- Lounge / Cafe / Lobby / Bar -- Style / Fashion / Make-up |
| Prominent Instruments: | Drums (Drum Kit) -- Guitar (Electric) -- Piano (Acoustic) -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics |
| Keywords / Hints: | vocal jazz, blues, jazz blues, blues jazz |
| Tempo feel: | Slow -- Medium |
| Tempo Beats Per Minute: | 75 |
| Artist: | Buddy Moncrief |
| Composer: | Buddy Moncrief (BMI) |
| Publisher: | Acoustic SwaneeLand (BMI) |
| SRCO (Sound Recording Copyright Owner): | Buddy Moncrief |
| PRO / Non-PRO Track? | PRO (What's this?) |
| WAV file bit depth: | CD-quality / 16-bit (What's this?) |
| Stem files available for this track: | No |
| Lyrics: | Despite your complaining baby Looks like we made it here alive Despite your complaining Looks like we're all safe sound and alive You can boss me around some baby But don't tell me how to drive You know the queen bee tells the worker bee To fetch some honey from the hive The queen bee tells the worker bee "Bee, you're working nine to five; until the day you die" You can boss me around some queen bee But don't tell me how to drive You can tell me what to wear Tell me what to say You can tell me when to come And when to go away But don't tell me how to drive Don't tell me how to drive Don't tell me; don't tell me how to drive Yes dear, I hear you talking stuff I hear you talking jive Baby, you can go on and talk that mess Baby, you can go on and talk that jive But if I had me a good, good gal I'd have me a little peace and quiet when I'm trying to drive You can tell me 'bout your day Over and over again You can bad mouth my mama You can mess around with all my friends But don't tell me how to drive Don't tell me how to drive And for God's sake don't tell me How to parallel park |
| Album containing this track: | (None) |
Buddy Moncrief
Somewhere out on New Route 66, about 50 miles west of Sinatra and 75 miles east of Tom Waits, Swanson struts his swingin' and singin'. He loves Dave Frishberg songs and Johnny Walker in a tumbler. He'd like to hear Kurt Elling cover Stone Temple Pilots. Lonnie Johnson is God.
On his latest full-length release "We Can't Party Like We Used To" (2009 Acoustic SwaneeLand), Swanson pounds out 12 original vocal jazz cuts with a cool retro vibe. His bluesy vocals and tasty guitar licks remind of crooners past and present - Sinatra, Cole, John Pizzarelli come to mind - but his clever songwriting has a leaner, edgier feel to it that puts him squarely in the current century.