BABY, YOU’RE MONEY

Big Bad Voodoo Daddy.

Last night, She Who Must Be Obeyed and I joined a few of our friends for a Musical Evening at Georgia Tech’s Ferst Center.

The concert? Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, that same bunch of swingsters that were featured in the movie Swingers, as well as playing the Super Bowl XXXIII halftime show. [That was the 1999 edition of the Super Bowl, the one in which the Atlanta Falcons had their asses handed to them by the Denver Broncos. Hmmpf.]

The current incarnation of BBVD consists of nine guys, led by the inimitable Scotty Morris on vocals and guitar. And the set cooked, babies. Ninety minutes, no intermission.

I was predisposed to enjoy the show. After all, what other group boasts five Fedora Wearin’ Dudes? And they played Cab Calloway’s old classic “Minnie the Moocher,” a tune that’s been dear to my heart since my Small-Kid Days, when my Dad - Eli, hizzownself - would sing it to me.

Hey folks, here’s the story bout Minnie the Moocher
She was a red-hot hoochie coocher
She was the roughest toughest frail
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale

Hi de hi de hi de hi (hi de hi de hi de hi)
Ho de ho de ho de ho (ho de ho de ho de ho)
He de he de he de he (he de he de he de he)
Hi de hi de hi de ho (hi de hi de hi de ho)

She messed around with a bloke named Smokey
She loved him, though he was cokey
He took her down to Chinatown
And showed her how to kick that gong around

Hi de hi de hi de hi (hi de hi de hi de hi)
Whoah ni ni ni ni (whoah ni ni ni ni)
He de he de he de he (he de he de he de he)
A hi de hi de hi de ho (hi de hi de hi de ho)

She had a dream about the king of Sweden
He gave her things that she was needin’
He built her a house of gold and steel
A diamond car with platinum wheels

A hi de hi de hi de hi de hi de hi de hi (hi de hi de hi de hi de hi de hi de hi)
Ho de ho de ho de ho de ho de ho de ho (ho de ho de ho de ho de ho de ho de ho)

He gave her his townhouse and his racing horses
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses
Had a million dollars in nickels and dimes
She sat around and counted them all a million times

Hi de hi de hi de hi (hi de hi de hi de hi)
Whoah (whoah)
He de he de he de he (he de he de he de he)
Hi de hi de hi de ho (hi de hi de hi de ho)

[...]

Poor Min, poor Min, poor Minnie...

Yeah. That’s the kind of Dad I have.

He would’ve enjoyed this show, too. Money, babies!