Someone pointed out to me earlier today that 2002 was sixteen years ago, and most of you were innocent babies back then, so you don’t even know this song exists.
And talk about a fucking artifact from a time-gone-by…! Custom’s “Hey Mister” is peak perv-rock, up there with some of the greats from previous generations. (A hidden gem from the ‘80s: Deep Purple’s “Mitzi Dupree”, about meeting a chatty sex worker on a plane.) I doubt “Hey Mister” would be released at all today, but even a year after its release, it was still as omnipresent as “In Da Club” during Spring Break 2003.
As for the video? Sure, it’s cheap as hell, but that only makes it creepier, and the body writing just takes it to the next level.
Hey Mister I really like your daughter.
When I’m horny like thirsty
She’s a bottle of water.Hey Mister how’d it get so bad
You raised her so well
And now she’s calling me dad
In the back seat naked of a new Volkswagen
The perfect little gift for high school graduation.I just had this thought of me and a whole bunch of girls sitting on the floor around a comfy chair listening with big eyes while @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls tells us stories about the past 👧🏻 that song is kinda creepy but hot!
That’s the goal, you know.
I chose not to have kids, but there’s no reason I can’t have a houseful of daughters.