The four songs from the album "Islands" are four different perspectives on love. The first depicts romantic love, the second jealous love, the third, this one, depicts playful sexual and sensual love, and the last song depicts universal love.
This entire song is intended to be considered humorous. Although the situations may have actually occurred, they are described in a lighthearted way using many puns and double entendres, such as "feel your Fender" referring to the rock star's guitar or alternatively some unnamed body part. In spite of the obvious sexual connotations of almost every line, no explicit sexual terms are used. The closest it gets is the term "meat" in the last verse. In fact, each verse gets a little more explicit than the previous one. The last verse is a clear depiction of sexual activities with very little left to the imagination.
The words of the song as sung on the recording are very slightly different from the words on the album jacket; I believe this listing shows the album jacket poem, which is OK.
The four songs from the album "Islands" are four different perspectives on love. The first depicts romantic love, the second jealous love, the third, this one, depicts playful sexual and sensual love, and the last song depicts universal love.
This entire song is intended to be considered humorous. Although the situations may have actually occurred, they are described in a lighthearted way using many puns and double entendres, such as "feel your Fender" referring to the rock star's guitar or alternatively some unnamed body part. In spite of the obvious sexual connotations of almost every line, no explicit sexual terms are used. The closest it gets is the term "meat" in the last verse. In fact, each verse gets a little more explicit than the previous one. The last verse is a clear depiction of sexual activities with very little left to the imagination.
The words of the song as sung on the recording are very slightly different from the words on the album jacket; I believe this listing shows the album jacket poem, which is OK.