Have Love, Will Travel - Thee Headcoat-ees

The Rough Guide to Rock. Guitars and girls, an all-inclusive package deal. Have love, will travel. Have love and some strawberry chapstick, a well-thumbed copy of Lady Boss by Jackie Collins, an inflatable neck rest and an eye mask filled with a cooling herbal gel.

There are 101 great versions of Richard Berry's dirty Delta garage stomper, from the crazed, Rutger Hauer-in-the-Hitcher renditions by the Sonics and the Nomads to Paul Revere and the Raiders' sparkling, organ-driven '1960s Air Hostess' come-on cover. This version is by Wild Billy Childish's all-girl, as-good-as-Knots Landing spin-off from Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoatees.

Just don't get it confused with Have Love, Will Travel by Olvia Newton John. It's a different song, it'll give you motion discomfort, the urge to buy the teddy bear with flying goggles and little leather flying jacket from the in-flight catalogue and you'll need a small 7-Up and a dry biscuit to settle your stomach.

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Boppa Do Down Down - The Third Rail

Another leading contender for the greatest narrative pop record ever made, Joey Levine's shot at the title weighs in with the lyrics...

"She was the greatest. Dressed in the latest. Looking so kooky. On a Suzuki."

Masterful. And kudos goes to Levine for writing a song about motorbikes without actually using the word 'motorbiking' or engine revving sound effects, thus preventing regional TV producers from using it as background music on their features about motorcycling vicars.

No stranger to the childish but incisive lyric, on a 1969 album by the Kasenetz-Katz Super Circus, Levine sung about the then Governor of California, Ronald Reagan: "A man who has so much hair. A man who's not all there. A man who just loves The Chair. That's my Governor Reagan." What better epitaph for the slick-haired, empty-headed, future President and Nuclear Cowboy than that? Boppa Do Down Down.

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If it's ever been on K-Tel or Ronco, it's in. If it features hand claps, cow bells, syrupy orchestration, walls of sound, wrecking crews, sha-la-las, toothy teen idols, candy-based metaphors for carnal acts or lyrics about hugging, squeezing and rocking all night long, it's in.

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