This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Mom made my sex
She knitted it with her hands
Sex-making is a family tradition
Going back to the caveman days
They were walking around in a haze
Until they figured it out
And they said 'gosh dang, this is great!'
But now I'm like a prehistoric screwball
Walking round with no sex at all
I said
Where's my sex?
I thought it was here
Under the bench
But it isn't there
I've got no idea where it disappeared to
I'm running late, I can't be late
I can't go out without my sex
It's cold outside and my toes get wet
And people will think that I'm an alien
Just cruising in to make a friend
Meg likes to hide it
She said that it gives her a kick
It may be under the rug
Or stuck in a shoe closet
Or tumbling round in the washing machine
She's always trying to get me clean
She adds detergent and bounce to eliminate static cling
It's gonna be another hour or more
Till I am ready to walk out the door
I said
Where's my sex?
I thought it was here
Under the bench
But it isn't there
I've got no idea where it disappeared to
I'm running late, I can't be late
I can't go out without my sex
It's cold outside and my toes get wet
And people will think that I'm an alien
Just cruising in to make a friend
(Come on be my friend)
People can you hear me talking
I know you all are happy, rocking
Could you lend me a dime, pretty please?
Brother, sister, got time?
I've got no sex on my feet
Sex in my drawer
Sex in my shoes
Or sex on the floor
I said
Where's my sex?
I thought it was here
Under the bench
But it isn't there
I've got no idea where it disappeared to
I'm running late, I can't be late
I can't go out without my sex
It's cold outside and my toes get wet
And people will think that I'm an alien
Just cruising in to make a friend
She knitted it with her hands
Sex-making is a family tradition
Going back to the caveman days
They were walking around in a haze
Until they figured it out
And they said 'gosh dang, this is great!'
But now I'm like a prehistoric screwball
Walking round with no sex at all
I said
Where's my sex?
I thought it was here
Under the bench
But it isn't there
I've got no idea where it disappeared to
I'm running late, I can't be late
I can't go out without my sex
It's cold outside and my toes get wet
And people will think that I'm an alien
Just cruising in to make a friend
Meg likes to hide it
She said that it gives her a kick
It may be under the rug
Or stuck in a shoe closet
Or tumbling round in the washing machine
She's always trying to get me clean
She adds detergent and bounce to eliminate static cling
It's gonna be another hour or more
Till I am ready to walk out the door
I said
Where's my sex?
I thought it was here
Under the bench
But it isn't there
I've got no idea where it disappeared to
I'm running late, I can't be late
I can't go out without my sex
It's cold outside and my toes get wet
And people will think that I'm an alien
Just cruising in to make a friend
(Come on be my friend)
People can you hear me talking
I know you all are happy, rocking
Could you lend me a dime, pretty please?
Brother, sister, got time?
I've got no sex on my feet
Sex in my drawer
Sex in my shoes
Or sex on the floor
I said
Where's my sex?
I thought it was here
Under the bench
But it isn't there
I've got no idea where it disappeared to
I'm running late, I can't be late
I can't go out without my sex
It's cold outside and my toes get wet
And people will think that I'm an alien
Just cruising in to make a friend
Lyrics submitted by Elective Amnesia
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Um, yeah, Weezer has a lost song called "I Will Poop On Their Car Seats", I highly doubt this is the dumbest they've gotten, and that's from the Blue era.
Rivers is a showing his talents as a class clown here. It's a bit juvenile, but at the same time, it's sort of what I like about Weezer, there's a sense of being young on a lot of their songs.
The worst song on Hurley for sure, but an enjoyable mess.
His daughter mispronounced the word "socks" and that genius Cuomo wrote a song about it. Replace "sex" with "socks".
Also, "They were walking around in a haze Until they figured it out And they said 'gosh dang, this is great!'
Get it?
Upon further listening, there's actually a bit of metaphor here.
Taking the original idea, replacing socks with sex, and our constant need and expectation for comfort, this is actually a pretty interesting song.
Awesome song, love it. This is classic, text-book Weezer.
Song about socks! Woooo
This actually my favorite song on Hurley lol
To add on to this, I love Weezer because I think a lot of their songs are kind of 'nerdy.' This song definitely has that feel, and to me, that's what separates Weezer from other bands.
well that is just depressing
A really awful song... c'mon, there's no way to defend this.
I really think this song gets too much hate. Sure it may not be the best Weezer song ever written however it's definitely not the worst. I find it pretty amusing and catchy myself.
I actually think that there is something more to this song. I mean, these are the guys that wrote We Are All On Drugs and Pork And Beans. The way I interpret the song is that it is making fun of mainstream music. These days so many songs that you hear on the radio are about sex that now it almost just seems casual to sing about it. Weezer is making fun of that by singing a song about something as casual as socks and saying "sex" wherever "socks" should be. I think this song is hilarious and its one of my favorites on Hurley. Thats my interpretation =P
What's with all the hate? Weezer has been making nonsense songs throughout their career. C'mon! Just look at Undone (The Sweater Song), which is from way back in the 90s