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Once a viewer reaches a certain benchmark of familiarity, a sitcom starts to have a pleasantly narcotizing effect.
episodes a feat of longevity unto itself.
Its supposed to be second-rate dinner theater, so in that case, mission accomplished.
But Penzance this aint.
More so than any other, this clip toes the line between music and cacophonous noise.
Unfortunately, the song Two-Butted Goat features the series at its least imaginative.
Shimmy Tap is purposefully insubstantial, designed to have something to sing while tap dancing away an education.
Its not A-level work, but it deserves a healthy B-.
Mommies might be the best, but shouting Moms!
over and over again can quickly wear out ones patience.
Most likely a step up from the genuine article.
Apparently theres a weasel knocking on someones hole and the song basically writes itself from there.
Much like the song, it doesnt last very long.
Its not the most auspicious start, but greater acts have risen from such humble beginnings.
Genes always been a mamas boy, after all.
Its an impressive vocal performance twice over.
Witchy Witchy scores his nightly thieving with hard-rock riffs and metal vocals.
Its Valentines Day captures the melancholy, but Hot Ham and Cheese Day remembers the fun.
(Obsessives have used context clues and logical deduction to triangulate the position in New Jersey.)
Just one round will put hair on a young mans chest.
She may be aging, but she doesnt want to feel like one of the undead just yet.
Bob spends all day trying to track down Dr.
Nasty game, showbiz.
Congruity is the only field in which its lacking, however.
Snowballs and Sledding
Santa, cover your delicate eyes!
Simple kids, of simple tastes.
(Cue Zekes Do what?)
Its for anyone who has always wanted to meet the tonic to their gin.
Slumber Party Fashion Show
Louises idea of fun is picking locks, breaking bottles, general hoodlum behavior.
Not the most flattering paean to his silhouette, but flattery was never what Poke Dads Flab was about.
Prankin
Every fraternity prank war needs a soundtrack, even if its repetitive and jolly.
(Most geese can scarcely musterHairsprayTravolta.)
He survives; the song meanders.
Sometimes, just to sally onward, the only thing to do is sing.
Tina and Henry Haber were not meant to be, but their song still might endure.
Racing With the Road
Aside from the urgent, hushed interjections of race!
there isnt much to associate this unadorned snippet with the subject matter of the episode it wraps up.
Its all in the slide on the wordwant.
that sometimes, its better to have someone than no one regardless of who that someone is.
Its the musical equivalent of sharpening up your eggnog with a splash of sherry.
Still, theres nothing like being cleansed with fudge.
Whod have pegged Tina for a Newtonian?
Thats love right there.
It actually fits well with Gayles ass motif that dominates her paintings.
The anus follows you around the room and terrorizes your dreams.
Butts, Butts, Butts soundtracks your nightmares, whether theyre dominated by derrieres or not.
Rudd plays Tinas imaginary horse Jericho, whom she plans to abandon when she goes to horse camp.
Plus, again, he scats!
She forgets about that second half, however, and the promo backfires on her.
Not Bobs Burgers, mind you, but somewhere else.
With a few backup singers and a small horn section, the song essentially writes itself from there.
Thats the guiding principle behind the refrain of Its Thanksgiving!
/ Thanksgiving for everybody / except for Europeans, Lindas improvised carol for Turkey Day.
Kids grow up so fast.
The perfect tone-setter for an epic rock-and-roll narrative.
We Forgot About Your BirthdayHappy Birthday is so been-there-done-that, not to mention pricey to license.
Youre still putting in a lot of work and getting a little bit back.
It may not be the hippest reproduction of the timeless surf-music genre that would be No.
54 but its still pretty far-out.
Logically, the end-credits song splits the difference with a traditional Kazakh standard set to the words Ay!
(Though theyd more likely use the original Turkish spellingyoghurt.)
The poor kid isnt afraid of ghosts, sharks, or cancer, just snakes.
Only a business monster would circle back and walk around like her crap dont stink.
At Pickles, the all-male, adults-only establishment servicing the Wharf area, that would be this.
Theyll answer the emergency call all right, just with well-toned gluteal muscles instead of occupational skills.
to Genes response of Thatisfun!
Chopping up the sound highlights the elasticity of record scratching and the unique voice it creates through distortion.
The fleet-fingered vinyl-spinning can stand comparison to thelegendary parrot-voice remixingin the Avalanches Frontier Psychiatrist.
The fantasy sequence that produces this song will yield superior selections see No.
Altogether, its nuttier than a slice of hot pecan pie.
Jingle in the Jungle
- ends with an upbeat, horn-backed number about the joys of treating a mattress like a trampoline.
Darryls Slow Jam
Ah, nerd love, the purest love of all.
Usually Christmas songs mask their depressing core in metaphor, but Roberts-as-Linda smartly places it front and center.
The end-credits version adds enough vigor to the proceedings for it to safely fit in any Christmas playlist.
(One guy was just there to see some boobs, but it turns out he loves drawing!
He loves drawing / But hes still pretty creepy / Definitely creepy, the class concludes.)
Why Cant I Be Like Other Turkeys
Tinas solo song in her Quirky Turkey musical transparently conveys her insecurities.
Sometimes quirk is just the ingredient people need.
So what if Tinas in love with a shoebox that she believes contains the ghost of a teenage boy?
In the international language of love, every new honeymoon period feels like it could fill a panoramic widescreen.
A mysterious, wondrous thing, poetry!
Its not necessarily fireworks and moonlit strolls.
Sometimes its just food, drinks, and the brief pleasure of ignoring responsibilities waiting back home, i.e.
But Linda doesnt even get that.
Instead, she endures bar trivia.
Louise has it right: Sounds like you cheated Mom out of a date.
(See: BM in the PM.)
Fun Fun Fun Fun!
Who can improve on such romantic verbiage?
Lift MeYou know how Blondies Heart of Glass is the single greatest roller disco song ever recorded?
Get your powder-blue one-piece suit/unitard out of mothballs and lace up the rentals, its time for couples skate.
If the Band-Aid fits, love follows.
To paraphrase Carmela Soprano, that was not a relationship made in heaven.
Three: that a joke about responding to69 with nicemade it onto web link television.
The list goes on, easily encompassing enough entries to match one to each of the seventy-two sandwiches.
IfBobs Burgershad devised a corresponding Dirty Pigeon dance, they might have had a summer craze on their hands.
Three kids shouldnt stop anyone from rediscovering their groove.
(Hes really stuck on the take my breath away part!)
Nevertheless, his ineptitude is our comedic gain.
Thankfully, her son insisted she record a parody version, Taffy Butt, for theGooniesepisode ofBobs Burgers.
They forgot to search the…well, you know.
Its a clever structural trick that produces a subtle effect, the very essence of good songwriting.
Anything goes in Florida, folks!
(Or, at least until the cashier gets annoyed and kicks him out.)
A future acid house maestro is born.
Pop a Red Stripe and enjoy.
Also, pig kissing.
They maintain their schoolyard enmity, too, trailing off with a series of mocking mouth-farts.
The kids deserve to make the good list for their double axels alone.
These kids could go far.
The preference of poison hardly matters, just as long as you get more lit than a tree.
Hey, bourbon, take me home.
(Fun Fact: theBobs Burgersteam releaseda music videofeaturing an extended cut of the track.)
They dont want a boy who only has one thing on his mind.
Its the subtext of many boy band songs, butBobs Burgerspushes it up to text for maximum absurdity.
More pop music should follow their lead.
By the end of the episode, Linda comes to the same conclusion.
Getting Out of P.E.
A cute montage song, Getting Out of P.E.
turns the Belcher childrens gym class fraud into a fun, female-fronted indie rock song.
In this case, the magic words are Whalers in the front / let me hear you grunt!
A giant amongst men, Teddy fixes relationships with the same skill he uses to fix aquarium pumps.
The most felicitous touch of all?
A confection with such a toe-tapper of a slogan must surely be out of this world.
The accompanying animation of Tina doingthe mashed potatohelps.
Thankfully, a trippy fever dream brings her to her senses.
Hes that kind of best friend.
Bob, on the other hand…
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You feel lighter after hearing it.
Of course, Gene could never quit his first love.
I Dont Need Music finds the joy in pursuing a hobby, even if youre an amateur.
gets the job done.
But what is the woman stuff referred to in the songs title?
Herein lies the element of mystery, and indeed, the songs brilliance.
(Unless, you know, theyre just talking about private parts.)
Bob articulates his worshipful regard for this choice cut, exalting it as a true gift from heaven.
The Bleaken Is Coming
Peace on Earth, goodwill towards man who needs it?
Christmas music can be so namby-pamby, necessitating a tooth-gnashing corrective such as this.
In any other situation, this would be a love song.
A friend-crush is still a crush, after all.
She loves love, just sometimes more in theory than in practice.
turn into Stay single forever, protect your heart, avoid guidance counselors.
This one never fails to materialize whenever burgers and/or fries are available to order.
(He found some beehive wigs in the garbage.)
It helps that the songs intestinal theme (Do you have the guts to be yourself?)
has a literal dimension, with Tina throwing turkey parts into an adoring crowd already covered with them.
The lyrics are appropriately filthy (Wont you enter my Acropolis / And make my yogurt Greek?
but the high-pitched vulnerability evinced by Megan Mullaly throws the entire song in a tender, moving light.
Who knew repackaged Pokemania could sound so good?
The Belchers funny interjections only add to the song (They switch Allens sometimes; Its like a reverseThriller!
Hes dead in the ground / Hes dead in the ground / Dead, dead, dead.
The song doesnt require a longer developmental runway.
Hairy/Harry Truman would be proud.
Or as Bob might say, Its, uh, not subtle.
Tina-as-Sigourney-Weaver rushing through her underhandedness regarding Melanie Griffiths radio idea.
Buckle It Up
Five seconds.
Thats how long it took forBobs Burgersto create the definitive jingle about seatbelt safety.
The song has no origin story or larger explanation because it requires no additional set-up.
Bob doesnt even offer an obligatory introduction, like Hey, kids, remember the song?
or something equally corny.
Just remember to extend the Die!
at the end so they get the message.
Maybe parents make their kids play sports to teach them that losing isnt the end of the world.
Or maybe its because they hate their children.
The Mad Pooper
People like to smear poop on things.
Then again, arent we all, in minor and major ways, groping in the direction of glory?
The Rebel eventually gets the idea to roll rocks down the mountain to save rock n roll.
(The plot is…not subtle, Bob concludes.)
with some kick-ass prog-style riffs.
Watching You From a Distant Place80s nostalgia has been almost imperceptibly woven into this peppy torch song.
Its in the twinkling cascade of synths that further gild the shimmer filling in the background.
Which, of course, it can.
The execution has been played completely straight-faced, sonic fidelity taking precedence over humor.
For now, the mesmerizinglooped a few times editwill have to do.
In terms of sheer laughs, Jarondas confessional style brings outBobs Burgersat its best.
Worse, the awful lyrics and terrible melodies counterintuitively worm their way into the brain.
Even Teddy was moved to tears by Tommys abrasive repertoire.
Lindas a great believer in enthusiasm over technical skill, whether in dancing or math or songcraft.
All you better be a master singer is pizzazz; the songs write themselves.
that grounds the deliberate straw-grasping of the lyrics in a knowing, lucid joke.
Sometimes you just need to rock out.
Nothing good comes without suffering.
But he doesnt go full Travis Bickle when immersed in the muck.
Instead, he embraces it, vomit and all, and even befriends a trio of trans sex workers.
(Their depiction is very 2011, but the writers hearts were in the right place.)
From the crowd, a clearly impressed Bob mumbles to Linda, Wow, did Gene write this?
Its a flex, but one the writers have earned.
They know theyre breathing toxins, but youre lookin foxy or, alternatively, foxin!
BM in the PM will have you humming all the way to the toilet.
Plus, The National and Lapsleysdowntempo, synth-heavy coverthrows the whole song in a moodier register.
Though the episodes version of the song amuses because it serves as commentary on the action, theSt.
Vincent coverfeatures extended lyrics and a snarling delivery.
Its worth pondering: Are the boys and their cute butts really worth all this?
Its only our closest loved ones who can open our eyes.
