Toronto Mike'd: The Official Toronto Mike Podcast - Crappy Coverz: Toronto Mike'd #1375

Episode Date: November 27, 2023

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Pucka Orchestra's Listen to the Radio, which is a great cover of a Tom Robinson song you'll never hear. So that doesn't qualify for this F-O-T-M-K FOTM KOTJ episode of Toronto Mic'd. This is about those crappy covers of a song you love. As with all art, it's very subjective. And to that point, at least one of these FOT-T-J songs is a cover I quite like,

and another is a cover I absolutely love. I'll lead things off with a popular cover of a song I came to love years after its release, when it played a key role in the Sopranos series finale. in the Sopranos series finale. If you listen to Stu and Cam and me kicking out screen-enhanced jams on Pandemic Fridays, you heard me play Journey's Don't Stop Believing. This Glee cover of that song is absolutely horrendous and a perfect fit for this FOTM KOTJ episode of Toronto Mic'd. train going anywhere. Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit.

He took the midnight train going anywhere. A singer in a smoky room A smell of wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Streetlight people Living just to find emotion

Parting somewhere in the night Working hard to get my feel Everybody wants a thrill Paying anything to roll the dice Just one more time Some will win, some will lose Some are born to sing the blues And though the movie never ends It grows on and on and on and on

Strangers, we're reading Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Stranger people Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere inside Don't stop believing Hold on to that feeling Stay like people Don't stop believing Hold on to that feeling

Streetlight people Don't stop VP of Sales here. My crappy cover song is an abomination. It's a blight on music. It's a song that the Village Voice once named the worst cover song of the 2000s. And I have to agree with them. I was thinking about a couple of different options for this.

agree with them. I was thinking about a couple of different options for this. And then I heard this song on Spotify this weekend, and it reminded me of how just offensive it is. And so this had to be my choice. And I'm speaking big yellow taxi by counting crows counting crows as a band are fine i i enjoyed their first couple albums um this this is this is repulsive it's joanie's original uh is a beautiful sort of uh anticorporate, pro-environment song talking about how the beauty of nature is being privatized and paved over, very apt for some of the things we're experiencing in Toronto these days. But this is just a really abysmal attempt to corporatize and remake a song that didn't need it. At least not in this way. The Counting Crows put nothing additional into the song and it's, uh, it's depressing to listen to. It was on the Two Weeks Notice soundtrack with the movie with Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant.

And it's disgusting. So please do not enjoy Counting Crows. Featuring Vanessa Carlton, by the way. She also contributed to this monstrosity. Big Yellow Taxi by Counting Crows. Go fuck yourself, Adam Duritz. Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you got

till it's gone It'd be a paradise to put up a fucking line You took all the trees and put them in a tree museum And you charged the people a dollar and a half to see them Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got Till it's gone You pay your paradise

And put up a fucking line Hey farmer, farmer Put away your DDT I don't care about spots on my apples Leave me the birds and the bees Please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got

Till it's gone They pay paradise To put up a fucking love And now they pay paradise To put up a fucking love One night Listen, late last night I heard the screen door sway And a big yellow taxi took my girl away Now don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's

gone They paved paradise, put up a parking lot Hey now now Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise, put up a parking lot Why not? They pay paradise to put up a parking lot Hey, hey, hey Pay paradise to put up a parking lot

I don't wanna give it Why you wanna give it? Why you wanna give it all away? And I don't wanna give it, why you wanna give it, why you wanna give it all away? And I don't wanna give it, I just wanna give it, cause you're giving it all away I don't wanna give it, why you wanna give it, why you wanna give it all away? Cause you're giving it all, giving it all away Why you wanna? Why do you want it? Why do you want it?

She gives it all away Hey, babe paradise You put up a parking lot it's FOTM Rob Del Mundo here thanks for letting me vent Mike if you want me to talk about crappy covers please let me get started with oh my gosh Luke Combs doing that god-awful country music version of Fast Car by Tracy Chapman, a classic. I'm so happy for Tracy that she won a country music award for that song. But Luke, what are you doing? I don't really need to hear another artist do another artist's song just for the sake of doing it.

What makes a good cover version great is if it artistically changes the song. is if it artistically changes the song. Listen to, for example, Suzy and the Banshees doing Dear Prudence, changing the tempo of the Beatles classic song. That's a great cover. If it's just Luke Coombs doing Fast Car, or geez, I don't know,

Weezer doing Africa, another overrated one, I don't need to hear another artist do another artist's song for the sake of doing a cover. I can go down to my local bar and watch a cover band do that for $5. Thanks, Mike. Hope to see you soon. See you at the next TMLX. Any place is better Starting from zero, got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something Me, myself, I got nothing to prove You got a fast car And I got a plane to get us out of here Been working at the convenience store

Managed to save just a little bit of money Won't have to drive too far Just to cross the border and into the city And you and I can both get jobs Fine to see what it means to be living See my old man's got a problem He live with a bottle that's the way it is Said his body's too old for working

His body's too young to look like his So mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said somebody's gotta take care of him So I quit school and that's what I did You got a fast car Is it fast enough so we can fly away? Still gotta make a decision

Leave tonight or live or die this way So I remember when we were driving Driving in your car Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us and your hump-filled nights wrapped around my shoulder and I, I had a feeling that I belonged, I, I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone. You got a fast car We go cruising, entertain ourselves

Still ain't got a job So I work in the market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find a work and I'll get promoted And we'll move out of the shelter Buy a bigger house, live in the suburb So I remember when we were driving Driving in your car

Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder And I, I had a feeling that I belonged I, I had a feeling I could be someone Be someone, be someone You got a fast car I got a job that pays all our bills

We stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do your kids I always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me'd find it I got no plans, I ain't going nowhere Take your fast car and keep on driving So I remember we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk

City lights lay out before us And your arm feeling nice wrapped around my shoulder And I, I had a feeling that I belonged I, I had a feeling I could be someone Be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car Is it fast enough so we can fly away? Still gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way Hi Mike, it's Leslie Villian here.

My nomination for a crappy cover of a song that I actually like, because there are a lot of crappy covers of songs that I don't even really like, I'll get to in a minute but I'm going to give an honorable mention first and both of these come from the same album. Back in 1991 there was a tribute album called Two Rooms celebrating the songs of Elton John and Bernie Taupin where popular musicians artists of the time were re-recording Elton John songs and putting their own flair on them some of them were really good The Who doing Saturday Night's All Right for Fighting was fantastic one of my personal favorites from that album Alita Adams doing Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me also outstanding spectacular and then there were two that I think were really bad. So the runner up for bad cover

was Kate Bush doing Rocketman. It had some weird reggae vibe to it with some Celtic violins in thrown in for good measure. Not really sure how all that fit together. But my absolute worst cover, because I actually really love the original song, is Wilson Phillips doing Daniel. It's insipid. It has no emotion in it at all. And it's just generally a really crappy song by kind of a crappy band. Like, there isn't really anything other than the fact that they had famous parents that and maybe some nice voices that Wilson Phillips can contribute contribute to music so that is my nomination Elton John that's my growing up music that's what I listened to as a kid and Daniel was one of the first songs I think Crocodile Rock was probably my first song that I remember hearing of his.

But Daniel was definitely one of those songs that I loved from the very beginning. So to hear Wilson Phillips totally butcher it, that is my winner on a plane. I can see the red taillights heading for Spain. I can see Daniel waving goodbye. But it looks like Daniel must be the clouds in my eyes. He says it's pretty, though I've never been. Daniel says it's the best place that he's ever seen Oh, and you should know cause he's been there enough

Lord, I miss Daniel Oh, I miss him so much Daniel, my brother Oh, I miss him so much Oh Daniel, my brother You are older than me Do you still feel the pain Of the scars that won't heal?

Your eyes have died But you see more than I Daniel, you're a star in the face of the sky I miss Daniel Oh, I miss him so much Daniel, my brother You are older than me Do you still feel the pain Of the scars that won't heal

Your eyes can't die But you'll see more tonight Daniel, you're a star In the face of the sky Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane I can see the reptile eyes headed for Spain Oh, God. Must be the clouds in my eyes. Hey, Mike.

Mike Moniz here from Hamilton, a.k.a. Hamilton Mike. And when it came to crappy covers, there's so many to choose from that I had to stop and think. Whether it be Celine Dion doing You Shook Me All Night Long. Though I don't think that was ever officially released. It was only during her Vegas shows, so that wouldn't count. shows so that wouldn't count then there is fallout boys recent reinvention of billy joel's we didn't start the fire which i know many criticize and even billy joel doesn't seem to like the song but i do like the original as a time capsule and fallout boys attempt to reinvent it and recast it with more modern lyrics just is so bad but ultimately i think the worst offender my opinion has to be a new metal band that took one of the greatest classic rock songs ever and just stripped it of any real meaning and emotion.

And just, it's just horrible. It's just so vanilla, whereas the original had some light and shade and it just kind of shifted around. And you went from this beautiful soft ballad to almost this rock song and then back to this ballad and when limp biscuit did behind blue eyes by the who it's just oh it's just horrible i'm sorry and if anyone likes it honestly have you ever heard the original? Because really? You prefer that over the original?

Or you think it even comes close? So my vote for crappy cover, Limp Bizkit doing the Who's behind blue eyes. No one knows what it's like to be the bad man To be the sad man behind blue eyes And no one knows what it's like to be hated, to be faded, to telling only lies But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be I have hours only lonely My love is vengeance that's never free No one knows what it's like

To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back his heart On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be.

Only lonely, my love is vengeance, that's never free. I-A-G-I-L-E-G No one knows what it's like to be mistreated To be defeated Behind blue eyes And no one knows how to say That they're sorry And don't worry I'm not telling lies But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my car just seems to be

I have hours, I'm only lonely Only lonely, my love is vengeance, that's never free No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes. Hey Toronto Mike, Joe Louis here. The list of terrible covers is long and painful, but when I focused my search on the Canadian music scene, it was clear to me that there was no greater musical injustice than the one inflicted on Bruce Coburn by the bare naked ladies with their trite, sappy, and wholly unconvincing rendition of Coburn's Lovers in a Dangerous Time. B&L's attempt to kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight doesn't even have the strength to kick over a broken sandwich board in Scarborough. And it goes from bad to worse.

Just compare BNL's version to one of Coburn's many stripped-down acoustic performances of the song. The ladies are rendered unlistenable. So, I've gone and slandered the bare-naked ladies. All that's left to do is lock the doors and go to sleep with a knife. Brian Dunn should be here any moment now, looking for revenge. and open our eyes One minute you're waiting

for the sky to fall And next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time These fragile bodies of touch and taste This fragrant skin, this hair like lace

Spirits open to a thrust of grace Never a breath you can't afford to waste Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time guitar solo When your lover's in a dangerous time Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight Gotta kick it to darkness

till it bleeds daylight Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time

We were lovers in a dangerous time Lovers, lover, lover Lover, lover, lover I yield to no one in my respect and love of Roy Orbison. I was lucky enough to see Roy late in his life at Massey Hall, probably the greatest concert that I ever made it out to. Just such incredible range and just so compelling. No one should try and cover Roy Orbison. I don't know that there are three voices in modern times that can compete with his.

But Don McLean definitely should not have tried to cover Roy Orbison's crying. crying. Don McLean, famous for American Pie, kind of the fluky hit along the lines of Jonathan Livingston's Seagull or something like that. I have no idea why it succeeded, but Don McLean has about a half an octave range and Roy Orbison highs and lows and emotion and Don McLean sucks it all out crying I don't even believe his eyes are watering I was all right for a while. I could smile for a while. But when I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight. When you stopped to say hello and though you wished me

well you couldn't tell that I'd been crying over you crying over you Crying over you Then you said this so long Left me standing all alone

Alone and crying Crying Crying Crying It's hard to understand To understand That the touch of your hand Can start me crying I thought that I was over you But it's true, so true

I love you even more than I did before But darling, what can I do? Oh, you don't love me And I'll always be Lying over you Lying over you Yes, now you're gone And from this moment on

I'll be crying Crying Crying Crying I'm crying Crying I know that many people feel that Madonna is an icon, but when I read that she covered this song, I was flabbergasted. I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while Did you write the book of love?

And do you have faith in God above? If the Bible tells you so Now do you believe in rock and roll? And can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him Cause I saw you dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I did love rhythm and blues Dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I did just rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage, run-through-luck With a big carnation and a brick of chalk But I knew that I was out of luck The day the music died I started singing Bye bye Miss American Pie

Drown my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this will be the day that I die This will be the day that I die This will be the day that I die I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away Well, I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play Well, now in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the free men I admire the most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost. They caught the Levy But the Levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing this a weekday that I die This a weekday that I die Fire, fire, this American fire Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing, this'll be the day that I die This'll be right back. We're singing. We're starting to sing it. Hey fellow FLTM's Midtown Gord here. Just wanted to share my submission for crappy covers. And I do have to say that when I listen for a cover song,

I do like to hear something that deviates a little bit from the original, maybe makes it sound like the band that's performing it, but not completely different than the original version and after listening to some songs that I thought were not that great the one that stood out to me was Marilyn Manson doing his version of ACDC's Highway to Hell Living easy, living free Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leaving me Taking everything in my stride Doubt and reason, don't bow Ain't nothing I would rather do Everything in my sight Telling me reason The rebound

Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down Friday time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on my way to hell My way to hell I'll wait in hell No stop sign, speed of the river Nobody's gonna slow me down

Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me around I get strange and pay my dues I'm playing in and a blackened man Hey mama, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land Mama, I'm waiting I'm waiting

I'm waiting I'm waiting I'll wait here I'll wait here I'm out of here I waited in I'll wait in hell I'll wait in hell I'll wait in hell Hey Mike, YYZ Gord here. For the theme of crappy covers, I was immediately drawn to the style of cover where an artist does a take on a song they previously rocked and slows it down into something entirely different. Sometimes it works well, like when Johnny Cash reinvents Hurt with a totally fresh new spin on an already great song.

More often than not, though, an otherwise talented artist chooses to butcher a classic song by ripping any soul from it Smells Like Teen Spirit is an amazing song and an anthem of my younger years It is close to sacred, and what Tori Amos does to it is nothing short of crappy Here's her castrated version of Smells Like Teen Spirit Sorry Lord, I'm all gone Bring your friends It's fun to lose Sorry. A dirty word Hello, hello, hello, hello

Hello, hello I'm worth said while I do best in foolish guilt I feel blessed, a little girl Has always been and always will be Always been and always will be Until the end Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello With the lights out

It's less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us Yes Hello, hello Oh With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now Entertain us, yes A mulatto An albino A mosquito My love beetle A denier

A denier A denier A denier Yeah Oh, denial. Oh, denial. Oh, denial. Yes. Oh, denial. Hi, my name is Milan. My pick for shitty cover song is Firestarter by Gene Simmons. This was a simply very bad cover on a very great song. This is the prodigy's best song and it's one of the best 90s songs in general. What made him cover this even more interesting is what made radio stations play it at the time. It was so easy to pick this version as my pick for shitty song cover. I haven't listened to it

since it came out on radio in 2004 and yet it was my automatic choice when Toronto Mike chose this as the jam topic. I could barely listen to it, even a bit of it, even now. In any case, everyone sticked with the original and the best version by the Prodigy. I'm the trouble starter, pumpkin instigator I'm the fear addicted, danger illustrated I'm the fire starter, twisted fire starter Danger illustrated I'm a fire starter Twisted fire starter You're the fire starter

Twisted fire starter I'm a fire starter Twisted fire starter Firestarter, twisted firestarter I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated I'm the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated I'm a fire starter, twisted fire starter Hey, hey, hey You're the fire starter, twisted fire starter Hey, hey, hey I'm gonna go I'm gonna go

I'm gonna go I am I am I am I am I am Hey, hey, hey I'm the self-conflicted Mind detonator I'm the one infected

Twisted animator Hey, hey, hey I'm a fire starter Twisted fire starter Hey, hey, hey You're a fire starter, twisted fire starter You're a fire starter, twisted fire starter I'm a fire starter, twisted fire starter Hey, hey, hey It's Rick A, The Elevator Man. And I was promised you wanted a crappy cover. And I said I would deliver.

And it's Celine Dion's All By Myself. Just to test this song. The only good thing from it is the royalties that Eric Carman richly deserves for making this great song that he originally sang. But it's going to be painful to listen to this one. When I was young, I never needed anyone And making love was just fun I never needed anyone And making love was just for fun

Those days are gone Living alone I think of all the friends I've known But when I dial the telephone Nobody's home All by myself Don't wanna be all by myself anymore Hard to be sure Sometimes I feel so insecure

And love so distant and obscure remains the cure All by myself I don't wanna be All by myself Anymore All by myself All by myself Anymore Thank you. When I was young I never needed anyone

And making love was just for fun Those days are gone All by myself Don't wanna be all by myself anymore I don't want to live Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm myself And more Hey, it's JD here, and for this month's FOTM, kick out the jams, crappy covers. I want to first say crappy covers. I love the alliteration.

Secondly, I love lists that don't go anywhere. So there's that. You know, the song that I chose was in my head. And in my head, it was not that great. And so I went and listened to it. And then I realized that I sort of dig this song. So I don't know that it's necessarily a crappy cover uh but rather just a cover and maybe you'll enjoy it yourself uh I remember this coming out I don't know how we would have got

access to it because I believe it came out in 95 or so and there wasn't a YouTube and there was no anything else so I don't know how I saw it but it's by a band called Mike Flowers Pops, and it's a cover of Wonderwall, and it's pretty terrific, even though it's supposed to be crappy. So you make the rules, I break the rules. Here you go. This is Wonderwall by Mike Flowers Pops on FOTM. Crappy covers.

That beat, the word on the screen, that the fire in your heart is out. I'm sure you've heard it before, but you've never really had a doubt. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you. And all the roads that lead us there are winding. And all the lights that light the way are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you But I don't know how And baby

Are you gonna be the one that saves me? And after all You're my Wonderwall I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you And all the roads that lead you there are winding And all the lights that light the way are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you But I don't know how and baby

are you gonna be the one that saves me and after all you're my wonderwall Hey there, Mike, it's Mimico Joe. I had a tough time with this one, mostly because there are plenty of covers I'm not fond of,

but none that I truly hate. And then I was reminded of Aerosmith's cover of Come Together, and I realized that it's not that I don't like the song. I think it's fine, but that's all it is. I think it's unnecessary. Aerosmith delivers a fine rock inversion of Come Together, but they don't really add anything to it. I don't think artists need to reinvent a song when they cover it, but I do think it's lazy to not do a damn thing to really make it much different. And so I think this song is fine but the original is a masterpiece which kind of means fine isn't good enough He got head down to his knees.

Got to be a joker. He just do what he please. He wear no shoeshine He got toe jam football He got monkey finger He shoot Coca-Cola He say, I know you You know me

One thing I can tell you Is you got to be free Come together right now Over me He back production He got Borisiscombo He got oh no side bowl He want spinal placard

He got feet down below his knee Hold you in his armchair You can feel his disease Come together right now guitar solo He rolled a coaster, he got early warning He got muddy water, he won Mojo Philcott He said, warning, warning, warning God, he said one and one and one is three Got to be good looking cause he's so hard to see Come together right now

Over me Come together Come together Come together. Come together. Come together. Hi, Toronto Mike. This is Cambrio. And my request for crappy covers is a version of the song My Way,

originally written in English by Polanka, but not the popularized Frank Sinatra version. I'd like to request what some call the more inferior Sid Vicious version. Although Polanka did say it was a curious interpretation, Leonard Cohen actually liked Sid's version better. There was a scene in Sid and Nancy where Gary Oldman performs it. And not to be outdone, it also appears in Goodfellas.

This goes out to the man who always does it his own way. And that is the man and legend, Stu Stone. Thanks so much, Mike. curtain You can't I'm not a quill I'll state my case

of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full of each and every highway and that Well each and every highway Exerts much more than this

I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do I saw it through, but nothing's done Yeah, I planned it out So I'm proud of what I've done this year All plans, each are a cost Then came the worst, all along the hours were

And more, much more than this I didn't know Why There were times I'm sure you knew When there was Fuck Fuck a little else to do But threw it down

When there was that I shook it down I kicked it out, or faced the wall, and the wall, and didn't lie. I've loved and been a snide I've had my fill of shit and lifting And now that tears have died I find it all so amusing To think I killed a cat And my eyes say, not in the day But I'm not, I'm not a mate

I didn't mean to fight for what is a threat? What has he got when he wears hats? And he cannot say the things he truly feels But only the words of what he feels The record shows I shot the blues And did it my way Just before I wrap up this most excellent FOTM KOTJ episode, and I really appreciate everybody who took the time to record themselves and then send me that audio file.

That's a high barrier of entry. And thanks to everybody who did it. I'm going to try and do an FOTM KOTJ episode every single month. So stay tuned. If you're not in the not so secret FOTM group, you might want to follow me on Twitter to find out what the topic is. I know that's a big ask, but that seems to be where I spill out the topic and then we see what comes in. I am, however, outraged at JD's selection. The rules were very clear. A crappy cover of a song you love.

And JD admits in his spiel that he actually likes the Mike Flowers cover of Wonderwall, which is a cool cover. It's meant to be like in that James B., Brian Setzer orchestra swingers vibe. But I figure if JD is going to break the rules so blatantly, then I'm going to close this episode by also breaking the rules. And I'm going to close this episode by also breaking the rules. Way back in 1978, when I was watching Buffy St. Marie on Sesame Street,

Hot Chocolate had a big hit with Everyone's a Winner. It ended up peaking at number six on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100. That made it the band's second highest charting single after You Sexy Thing. On this side of the pond, anyway. Well, I never loved Everyone's a Winner. It's a fine song. I just don't love it. Okay? But I thought this might be a great excuse to reiterate something uttered

in the recent Art Bergman episode and then repeated in the recent Lowest of the Low episode and I say this because I like recurring patterns on Toronto Mic'd. Never met anybody in this band. I would love to talk to somebody in this band.

But people I know and trust have said these words and now it's becoming a catchphrase. So I'm going to say it loud and proud right now as I kick out a crappy cover of a song I never really loved. This is Bootsauce. Everyone's a winner. Fuck Bootsauce. I believe that we are Now baby, I just guess The day that you got to tonight Cause baby, I believe

That you're a star Everyone's a winner, baby That's the truth I'm making love to you With six three Everyone's a winner, baby There's no lie We'll never be satisfied

Let's do it again Let's do it again We'll see you next time. Baby, it's amazing just how wonderful it is The things we like to do are just the same Everyone's a winner, baby, that's the truth Making love to you is such a thrill Everyone's a winner, baby, there's no lie You'll never feel satisfied No life Will never be Satisfied Let's do it again Let's do it again

Yeah Let's do it again We're wild, we're wild We're wild, we're wild Wild, wild, baby, baby, baby Everyone's a winner, baby, they ask for trouble We can't let you with such fear Everyone's a winner, baby, there's no lie You'll never feel satisfied

Everyone's a winner, baby Everyone's a winner, baby Let's do it again, yeah, again Everyone's a winner, baby Let's do it, let's do it again Every once in a while, baby Let's do it, let's do it again Every once in a while

Every once in a while Every once in a while Everywhere, everywhere Everywhere, everywhere Everywhere, everywhere Everywhere, everywhere Everywhere, everywhere Everywhere, everywhere Everywhere, everywhere Everywhere, everywhere Everywhere, everywhere

Everywhere, everywhere Everywhere, everywhere Everywhere, everywhere And I can never leave me Here once I'm with a baby And I can never leave me And that brings us to the end of our 1,375th show. You can follow me on Twitter and Blue Sky. I'm at Toronto Mike. Much love to those who made this all possible. That's Great Lakes Brewery, Palma Pasta, Raymond James Canada, Moneris, Recycle My Electronics, and Ridley Funeral Home. See you tomorrow when Steve

Paken and Mary Hines drop by. Cause my UI check has just come in Ah, where you been? Because everything is kind of rosy and gray Yeah, the wind is cold but the snow wants me today And your smile is fine and it's just like mine And it won't go away Cause everything is rosy and green Well you've been under my skin for more than eight years