Slit Skirts

Album: All the Best Cowboys Have Chinese Eyes (1982)
  • I was just thirty-four years old and I was still wandering in a haze
    I was wondering why everyone I met seemed like they were
    Lost in a maze

    I don't know why I thought I should have some kind of
    Divine right to the blues
    It's sympathy not tears people need when they're the
    Front page sad news.

    The incense burned away and the stench began to rise
    And lovers now estranged avoided catching each others' eyes

    And girls who lost their children cursed the men who fit the coil
    And men not fit for marriage took their refuge in the oil
    No one respects the flame quite like the fool who's badly burned
    From all this you'd imagine that there must be something learned

    Slit skirts, Jeanie never wears those slit skirts
    I don't ever wear no ripped shirts
    Can't pretend that growing older never hurts.

    Knee pants, Jeanie never wears no knee pants
    Have to be so drunk to try a new dance
    So afraid of every new romance

    Slit skirts, slit skirt
    Jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt
    She wouldn't dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt
    Wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirt

    Slit skirts, slit skirt
    Jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt
    She wouldn't dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt
    Wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirt

    Romance, romance, why aren't we thinking up romance?
    Why can't we drink it up true heart romance
    Just need a brief new romance

    Let me tell you some more about myself, you know I'm sitting at home just now.
    The big events of the day are passed and the late TV shows have come around.
    I'm number one in the home team, but I still feel unfulfilled.
    A silent voice in her broken heart complaining that I'm unskilled.

    And I know that when she thinks of me, she thinks of me as him,
    But, unlike me, she don't work off her frustration in the gym.

    Recriminations fester and the past can never change
    A woman's expectations run from both ends of the range

    Once she walked with untamed lovers' face between her legs
    Now he's cooled and stifled and it's she who has to beg

    Slit skirts, Jeanie never wears those slit skirts
    And I don't ever wear no ripped shirts
    Can't pretend that growing older never hurts

    Knee pants, Jeanie never wears no knee pants
    We have to be so drunk to try a new dance
    So afraid of every new romance

    Slit skirts, slit skirt
    Jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt
    She wouldn't dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt
    Wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirt

    Slit skirts, slit skirt
    Jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt
    She wouldn't dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt
    Wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirt

    Romance, romance, why aren't we thinking up romance?
    Why can't we drink it up true heart romance
    Just need a brief new romance Writer/s: PETER DENNIS BLANDFOR TOWNSHEND
    Publisher: Spirit Music Group, BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 2

  • Andy from FloridaEric from Virginia; I have to disagree. I think you have the first part right about the disintegration of the marriage - there are plenty of lines to support that - but with regard to her attitude, it talks about how they both have become stagnant - "we have to be so drunk to try a new dance" "she wouldn't dare in those slit skirts" - that suggests he's upset that she has to be drunk just to do anything new...
  • Eric from VirginiaOh God no. No, No, NO. A thousand nos! (to B.D.'s explanation)

    There are a couple of lines in the second verse that can be read as referring to sexual performance, but that is totally missing the point of the song.

    This is an incredible meditation on the disintegration of a marriage in middle age. A meditation bristling with frustration, anger, defiance, disappointment -- you name it.

    Townshend is both ruing the loss of his youth and the opportunity, romance and idealization that accompanies youth while also saying that his ex (Jeanie) will never be some middle aged faceless woman in a slit skirt desperately trying to find someone new. And he won't be some middle aged wanker in a ripped shirt doing the same. He's ruing the loss of his marriage and of his youth while simultaneously giving the middle finger to being some desperate middle aged has-been. And that his ex is too good for that also.

    An absolutely brilliant -- and defiant -- meditation on aging, loss, and heartache.
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