Jerome, you really shot me Monday
You shot me so I don’t know what I’m doin’
Yeah, you really shot me now
You shot me in the thigh on my right
Jerome, you really shot me Monday
You shot me so I don’t know what I’m doin’, now
Yeah, you really shot me now
You shot me in the thigh on my right
You really shot me
You really shot me
You really shot me
See, I won a CBE
So I’ll defend the girl at my side
Yeah, you really shot me now
You shot me in the thigh on my right
Yeah, you really shot me now
You shot me so I don’t know what I’m doin’, now
Oh yeah, you really shot me now
You shot me in the thigh on my right
You really shot me
You really shot me
You really shot me
Oh no…
(solo)
See, I won a CBE
So I’ll defend the girl at my side
Yeah, you really shot me now
You shot me in the thigh on my right
Yeah, you really shot me now
You shot me so I don’t know what I’m doin’, now
Oh yeah, you really shot me now
You shot me in the thigh on my right
You really shot me
You really shot me
You really shot me
I almost cried this morning when I saw the headline Kinks’ Ray Davies Shot in Robbery Attempt. For a moment, I thought he was dead, and I realized how David must have felt when John Lennon died. Then I read the article and was tremendously relieved that he wasn’t even seriously hurt.
Then I sat back and smirked at the irony that he finally got himself shot down, four years later than he anticipated, and by someone he didn’t expect.
The music of Ray Davies dominated much of my high school career. So few people truly appreciate the genius of this man, and the wealth of music that he contributed to the world.
Police say he “showed poor judgement in running after the individuals” that stole his girlfriend’s purse and his money. I say he was just being the British gentleman he’s always been. In fact, I’d say he’s a well respected man about town, doing the best things so conservatively.
Here’s to you, Ray. I know tomorrow you’ll find better things.