This song is part of the Wesley Willis family of songs that employ a litany of imperative statements that make liberal use of metaphors related to nonconsensual acts of a violent and/or sexual nature with four-legged mammals (mostly of the hoofed variety). Willis directs these entreaties at an unknown person who is only identified overtly as a "fucking jerk."
The final two lines reveal the possible source of Willis's existential consternation--the rapidly changing economic climate in turn-of-the-millennium America for brick-and-mortar mom-and-pop stores, once temples to alternative culture and a home away from home for urban drifters like Willis. Record Surplus no longer has a physical presence in Chicago, instead it inhabits the phantom world of Ebay. R.I.P. Wesley Willis.
This song is part of the Wesley Willis family of songs that employ a litany of imperative statements that make liberal use of metaphors related to nonconsensual acts of a violent and/or sexual nature with four-legged mammals (mostly of the hoofed variety). Willis directs these entreaties at an unknown person who is only identified overtly as a "fucking jerk."
The final two lines reveal the possible source of Willis's existential consternation--the rapidly changing economic climate in turn-of-the-millennium America for brick-and-mortar mom-and-pop stores, once temples to alternative culture and a home away from home for urban drifters like Willis. Record Surplus no longer has a physical presence in Chicago, instead it inhabits the phantom world of Ebay. R.I.P. Wesley Willis.