We're driving to meet some friends for dinner, and "Come On, Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners starts up on the radio:
Nel: I used to really hate this song when it first came out, but now I've got an appreciation for it.
Lopez!: That's just because it's about some guy trying to get naughty.
N: Heh. Yeah.
L: I just can't stand how they look. They always looked dirty. Or oily.
N: They look like the bastard children of hillbillies and French people.
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I think like 90% of French people ARE hillbillies, so it isn't much of a stretch...
I have to admit to the fact that I've always liked the song, and hillbillies—NOT to be confused with rednecks or trailer trash or bubbas—Hill-Bill-IES. Those from the Appalachain mountains specificially are the ones that kind of appeal—Li'l Abner and his ilk. Dulcimer playing, fiddle plucking (or bowing or whatever the hell it is you do to a fiddle) Hill-Bill-IES.
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