On the 1986 album Fore! there's a song called "Whole Lotta Lovin." In typical HLN fashion, this song is catchy as fuck. Catchy fucking hook. Catchy fucking rhythm. Huey fucking killing that vocal track. The News doing what they do best. Fucking grooving their asses off. Also great fucking lyrics about.....being sex deprived and raging hard ons:
I'm tired of these girlie magazines
I want to stop dreamin', and get back home to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning, under a tent
It's pretty self explanatory but you're here so let's break it down shall we? Huey's out on the road rocking concert venues from DC, San Antone and the Liberty Town, Boston and Baton Rouge, Tulsa, Austin, Oklahoma City, Seattle, San Francisco too. But he's lonely. He's on that tour bus and he's missing his girl back home. Now it's the 1980's. How would one alleviate that loneliness before the Internet? Get those girlie magazines of course. But those girlie magazines will only go so far. You gotta get back to the real thing at some point.
Now one night Huey's on the tour bus with his magazines and some filthy letter his girl sent him and he's preparing to play his own personal one man show. Then Johnny (owwwww!) interrupts him with some dumb saxophone question that could have waited until the morning. The moment is ruined. So Huey just goes to sleep. He's got the girlie magazines racing in his head and he's got a girl back home he hasn't had sex with all tour long. That's a perfect recipe to wake up under the preverbal tent.
Now if you are worried about if Huey will ever score again, no need to fret. The song does have a happy ending for lack of a better term. In the third verse after a fucking blistering harmonica solo by Huey (typical), he lets us know there is a light at the end of this lonely masturbation tunnel.
Everybody else is holding hands
I'm here lonely, playing around with my microphone stand
But I'm coming home, only one more week
The first three days we won't get no sleep
One more week of that lonely microphone stand then it's finally home to see his girl and to celebrate with some gourmet meals, some fine wine and three days of straight fucking. Like I said, Huey Lewis and the News. Goddamn national treasure.