Just A Song About Ping Pong
Well, it’s not, is it? A song about table tennis would consist of rhythmic thwacking and the sound of a bored referee shouting scores. It wouldn’t sound like a biker gang made up of Beth Dittos and Regina Spektors on industrial-strength trucker speed and go “With a dirtydirtydirtydirty look on your face/I bet you know beef jerky has an aftertaste”. No, your rampant debut single is about shagging. More please.