MDJ zipped it for good back in 2001. But just to carry on the tradition set forth by my Wally George post from a few turns back, here’s one more grand piece of crap courtesy of yet another guy surrounded by drooling yes men in the 1980’s.
Leading things off is Mort’s ode/warning to the scourge of the civilized world, the drug dealer. And who could disagree? (Perhaps a pablum puking liberal?) But alas, it seemed to escape Mort’s airtight logic that nicotine IS A FREAKIN’ DRUG! And sad to say, the BIG ‘C’ took Mort out O’ these 6 years ago.
And what else could be the big closer other than his signature catch phrase "ZIP IT!"? But I must say, even for a hasty thrown together piece of kitchy Reagen era money-grab junk, this "song" truly sucks in a very special, original way. It sounds and feels like it was structured by an autistic carnival worker – (no offense to the carnival workers of the world).
(Anybody know if Limbaugh cut an album?)
Hey Mr. Dealer