Remember Herman’s Hermits? Me neither. They’re an English pop band from the early sixties. I wasn’t born until the late seventies, so yeah… (I’ll leave that one right there)…
Anyway, I’d never heard of them, but then my (ultra ridiculous) friend Joi sent me a clip of one of their songs the other day, with a small extract of the lyrics. I don’t know why she *actually* sent it, but it was a significant clip for me right at that moment. The lyrics are pretty straightforward. I’ve pasted them in below, along with a YouTube clip of a rather quirky Kenn Wingle singing the song…
So, let you and me be Joe (I’ll be Jo without the ‘e’ seeing as I already am), and then read the lyrics more symbolically rather than literally, and I reckon it’s a little kick up the rear we all need occasionally. It’s also a wickedly catchy little hook. Welcome to my earworm…
Rise and shine, sleepy Joe
Now’s the time, don’t you know
To get into a new kind of dream
You’ve been living alone
With no Bell telephone
And you don’t have a shirt that is clean.You can rest your head
On the corner of your bed
You can watch the world go by
But you never gonna see
What the other people see
If you’re always gonna be a sleepy Joe.Rise and shine, sleepy Joe
There are places to go
There are windows to clean on the way
You’ve got nothing to loose,
But the shine on your shoes
Do the best things you can every day.You can get upset, at the way the people get
You can turn your back on the crowd
But you never gonna see
What is absolutely real
If you’re always gonna be a sleepy Joe.Rise and shine, sleepy Joe
Now’s the time, don’t you know
To get into a new kind of dream
You’ve been living alone
With no Bell telephone
And you don’t have a shirt that is clean.Rise and shine, sleepy Joe
There are places to go
There are windows to clean on the way
You’ve got nothing to loose,
But the shine on your shoes
Do the best things you can every day.
Rise, and shine; sleepy Joe…