He's hot. He's cool. He's dumb.
It's Pop. It's Rock. It's Punk. It's Groovy.
Every band likes to think their music defies categorizing, while at the same time usually realizing that to be unique is to invite commercial failure. The Oozing Grooves solves that dilemma by taking a samurai philosophy towards music: commercial failure is inevitable, so why not just enjoy the act of creation and write what you want? The resultant blend of new millennium pop punk and 80s synth-pop rock features thick vocal harmonies layered over simple bar chords in an arrangement several listeners -- including a couple of industry insiders -- have called a blend between Green Day and the Beach Boys.
Story behind the song
I overheard a friend say about Jessica Simpson, "She's hot. She's dumb. She's hot." It struck me as funny, what was obviously most important to him about her, so I took the idea and wove it into a sarcastic pop punk song about a modern hipster. It also was a chance to use two of my favorite lyrics to date, the Paris Hilton/Barstow Travellodge contrast and the idea of a rebound or fill-in girlfriend being like the little donut spare that comes with your car -- it gets you where you need to go, but you're embarassed to be seen driving on it.
Lyrics
She dreams of red Ferraris
She drives a two-tone Dodge
She thinks she's Paris Hilton
But she's more like Barstow Travellodge
But she's got a way of walking
Like she's riding the breeze
That can always bring a guy like me
Straight down to my knees
And I'm waiting for her friends to leave
Cuz that's my opportunity
I think I'm gonna ask her
I'm just about to ask her, when
Here comes
Mr. Right Now
He's hot, he's dumb, he's young
He's got muscles and
An ubersexy monobrow
Tribal tattoos and a stud through his tongue
He's got everything that a girl could need
Except for maybe just a car, a house, a G.E.D.
But his moves are o-so-tight
So I know what you're thinking
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
He wants a part-time girlfriend
Just to get him from here to there
He hopes his friends won't see him with her
It's like driving on a donut spare
So he'll take her out for happy hour
Prices are half
Feign interest in her stories
Knows just when to laugh
With one eye on the waitress with the
Heart-shaped ass, oh yeah
But I know she still wants him
Everybody wants him cuz
They love Mr. Right Now
He's hot, he's cool, he's broke
He's got the cuffs of his Zoo Yorks
Dragging the ground
He's got a tan that says,
"I sponge off my folks"
He's got everything that a girl could need
Except for money, brains, a job, a personality
But he looks out of sight
So I know what you're thinking
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I know what you're thinking
I know what you're thinking
Here comes Mr. Right Now
He's hot, he's dumb, he's young
He's got an ubersexy monobrow
Tribal tattoos and a stud through his tongue
So I know what you're thinking
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
I know that you think he's Mr. Right
