So….Lily Allen has done a classy cover of Brit Brit’s “Woomanizah,” because covering sugary pop songs in a moody way makes you look like a true artiste who can make any old song sound like a musical masterpiece. Or something like that. Don’t get me wrong, Lily’s voice is a millions Frapps better than Brit’s computerized Wall-E warble, but it’s “Woomanizah” not “Womanizer.” Lily’s saying it all wrong. “Womanizer” doesn’t bring up images of Brit Brit chasing Chester Cheetah around with a broken off tree branch.
Hopefully, Lily’s cover is one of the last we’ll ever hear again, because this song is still taking up precious rental space in my head. (UPDATE: And here’s LadyHawke’s version….. Make it stop! She sounds like she’s running a fucking marathon barefoot while singing this shit.)
This song needs to be wheeled away to Shady Pines where it will spend the afternoons playing shuffleboard and spend its nights participating in coke-fuelled orgies (they totally do that shit in retirement homes).
Okay, I just listened to Lily’s version again and I….might….like….it. No!!! That song needs to be gone from mah head!
And here’s a few pictures of the little Cheetoling arriving in Tokyo yesterday. I double checked to make sure there was a Starbucks in Japan, because I feared for her health. And I also threw in some pics of Lily with the Abominable Snowman’s dick bush on her head while shopping in London yesterday.