This is one of those songs that makes me want to . . . yeah. But I used to wonder how in hell they got Frank Black to agree to a love song. The Pixies ROCK, and they’d be with me on that deserted island, but they are not known for whispering sweet nothings in your ear. And then I realized. It must have been that he would only agree to it if they let him yell “Chicken butt!” in the beginning, thereby ruining the otherwise sexy, romantic groove of this song. Listen, it’s right there in the beginning after the drums kick in: “Chicken butt! Chicken butt!”

But now, damn near twenty years later, I finally looked up the lyrics, and they say “Shake your butt!” So, back to wondering how they got Frank Black on board with this surfin’ love song with no whores, no slicing up eye balls, no debasing or breaking bones, no screaming, just crooning all I’m saying, pretty baby, la la love you, don’t mean maybe. How? (Probably because he’s not the one doing the crooning. I think the drummer sings it. So in the end, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.)

Oh, and by the way, the term for a misheard word or phrase like this is mondegreen.