The Skeletons (In Your Closet) humorous song would not be out of place on Ian Hunter's Dirty Laundry CD, and not surprisingly they were left overs from that effort, and co-writers include collaborators Darrel Bath and Honest John Plain. The song is a bit out of place on the CD but at the time Hunter favored the song's placement. The incessant interest of the paparazzi is the critique here and all the dirt they can gather on the rich and famous. Once the media gets a hold of juicy tidbits they want to spread the skeletons in your closet to the public. This is the stuff of tabloid journalism or snarky talk shows both in the States and across the pond. It's a fun song with a serious point. The light-hearted vocals conveyed sexual undertones, and scandal, innuendo, lurid tales, and gossip all pursued by the gutter press.
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Skeletons (In Your Closet)
(Ian Hunter/Darrel Bath/Honest John Plain)
Bimbo, flirts, sluts in skirts - muscles brightly glisten
Conversation's full of filth - let's all have a listen
Oh dear oh dear we live in fear
Media bulbs a poppin'
If you're bent, they're on your scent
There can be no stoppin'
Peroxide blondes, vagabonds, into 'eavy metal
Your hair looks like its been done by a dyke with a score to settle
Mud needs raking, photos taken of your murky past
Haunts you, taunts you, love it don't you
Hey hey the gang's all here
Pimps 'n' pervs, straights 'n' queers
Enquiring minds want to sneer at the skeletons in your closet
Sunday morning in the park,
Down the pub or in the bath
We'll all have a good old laugh
At the skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
It's bloody marvellous - innit?
It's bloody marvellous - innit?
Juicy bits, saucy snips, there's gold in them there gutters
Blue rinse mob on the job, curtains all a-flutter
It's cheapo culture, bleeding ulcers, burnt out by the score
Lurid tales never fails to shock you to the core
Kinky boots 'n' rubbber suits,
It's all going on next door!
Caught you, taught you, love it don't you
If you've had your face re-done
If you spank your girlfriend's bum
We can all join in the fun
At the skeletons in your closet
What's the world coming to?
Ain't we got nothin' better to do?
To spend all day sifting through
The skeletons in your closet
Hey hey the gang's all here
Pimps 'n' pervs, straights 'n' queers
Enquiring minds want to sneer
At the skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
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Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
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| Skeletons (In Your Closet) | 4:02 | Originally issued on The Artful Dodger. |
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