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The #1 most viewed post on The MTM 7 Countdown: Radio II.1, side B, track 3: “Get Your Head Outta Bed”

We’ve made it to the top!  I was really surprised as I watched this one slowly climb to the top of the heap over the last few years.  Who knew that everyone in the world is trying to remember the “Get Your Head Outta Bed” song?  If you Google “Get Your Head Outta Bed”, there’s a good chance that this will be the first result.  So if I’ve done anything in my life, I’ve at least helped a lot of people remember some random radio jingle they’ve been trying like hell to recall for the last two decades.  And now, thanks to me, they’ll never be able to get it out of their heads again.  You’re welcome, internet.

Side note:  In my original post, I talked about my laziness and how happy I was that I didn’t have to get up at 6 AM anymore.  Well, right now because of work I DO have to get up at 6 AM again.  So guess what my wife’s probably going to be singing in the mornings?  Ah, the circle of life. . .


Oh, Get Your Head Outta Bed guy, I don’t know who you were but I couldn’t get your song out of my head.  But I certainly knew how to get my head out of bed.  I had an alarm clock and it rang no later than 6 AM every morning to tell me it was time to get up and feed the cows.  I hated the sound of that screeching clock, although I loved the clock itself, which I used for close to 20 years.  I’d tried waking up to the radio, but the music was never enough to jolt me out of slumber and I would invariably drift back to sleep, which was a bad, bad, bad idea.

For you see, Get Your Head Outta Bed guy, my clock radio wasn’t the real alarm.  The real alarm was my dad, who would call upstairs every morning to tell me and my brother in a too-chipper-for-6-AM voice that it was time to get up and get outside.  I would grumble and mumble dark thoughts at my dad, but I would get up.  Because if you fell back asleep, the next thing you heard was the slam of the front door, which was the scariest sound in the world, because that meant that you’d slept another 15 minutes and Dad had to walk back from the barn to yell up at you again, and this time he wasn’t chipper at all.

So I knew what you were saying, Get Your Head Outta Bed guy, how you better get to work or it’ll be your. . .how I loved that you almost said “ass” on the radio!  Although I couldn’t fathom what it meant by traffic getting bad.  The only traffic I ever saw was the cows coming in the barn, although they could get snarled up pretty bad.  And living out in the country where it was an event if a car you didn’t recognize came down your road, I couldn’t imagine having enough cars on the road where it might be hard to get to work on time.  Although it was hard to imagine a job that you had to drive to at all, since my job was right where I lived.

I had a dream, though, Get Your Head Outta Bed guy, a dream where one day I wouldn’t have to get up at 6 AM.  For you see, Get Your Head Outta Bed guy, I was a lazy, lazy boy and the one thing I was working for was the chance to be lazy whenever I wanted.  Mission accomplished, Get Your Head Outta Bed guy.  Mission accomplished.

“Get Your Head Outta Bed”

Looks like we gonna have to get on down a little bit to get you up this mornin’
Don’t you be hidin’
Listen to what I say

Get your head outta bed
Man, you ain’t listenin’ to what I said
Get your head outta bed
You just layin’ there like your dead
The alarm went off ten minutes ago
Now get your feet out of bed and get ’em on the floor

Get your head outta bed
You ain’t listenin’ to what I said
That alarm went off ten minutes ago
Get your feet on the floor
And get ’em out that door

Get your head outta bed
You ain’t listenin’ to what I said
Get your head outta bed
You just layin’ there like your dead

The traffic out there is gettin’ bad fast
You better get to work or it’ll be your. . .

Get your head outta bed
You just layin’ there like your dead
Get your head outta bed, man
You ain’t listenin’ to what I said

Now don’t touch your stereo, don’t touch your stereo
Listen to me now, don’t touch your stereo
I say don’t touch your stereo

If you gonna be cool like me you leave it here
Don’t touch your stereo, don’t touch your stereo
Listen to me, man

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