Lyrics of the Day: Peter Jennings

Very sad to hear of Peter Jennings‘ passing today at 67, of cancer.

Did you know that there’s a Negro Problem song called “Peter Jennings,” from Joys & Concerns. It’s pretty good. The lyrics are nonsensical, but they don’t appear to besmirch the memory of Mr. Jennings, so we’ll go with it:

*Peter Jennings*

Ba ba ba
Ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba

Ba ba ba
Ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba

La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la

Na na na na
Na na

Oh Peter Jennings
Oh won’t you help me?
I’m chasing you through the foggy bog
You turned around say I lost ’em all

Oh

Oh Peter Jennings
Won’t you help me?
I’m chasing you through the foggy bog
You turned around say I lost ’em all
Say bye ABC
Lord, just for me
So I can sleep with my TV on
You turn around, say que lastima
Like this
Na na na na na na na na na na na
Like this
Na na na na na na na na na na na

So Monsieur Glenny
Oh won’t you sell me
A leather mag and a molotov
A German car with the top blown off
See it’s higher than me
Here in Newton’s tree
So full of monkeys and sacred songs
You turn around, say que lastima
Like this
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Like this
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Like this
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Like this
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Like this

So LAPD
Why you chase me?
Didn’t I have my blinker on?
Didn’t I say I love the law?
See it’s higher than me
Here in Newton’s tree
Full of monkeys and sacred songs
You turn around, say que lastima

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na