Der Tag, als Iggy Pop Frank Zappa war oder: Die Geschichte von den sehr sehr wichtigen Personen.
Diesem Song, der sich nahezu ausschließlich über den Text bzw. durch seinen Vortragskünstler entfaltet, zuzuhören, bereitet mir jedes Mal aufs Neue großes Vergnügen. V.I.P. ist ein wunderbar witziger und entlarvender, bitterböser und auch gesellschaftskritischer Text, der zeigt, dass es hinter dem durchtrainierten Körpermenschen Pop auch den Satiriker und Ironiker Iggy gibt. Dass er sich hier selbst, seine Umgebung und eine bestimmte Schicht auf humorvolle Art auf den Arm nimmt, macht ihn mir sehr sympathisch. Für mich ist V.I.P. ein guter und gelungener Songtext. Ich wähle Pop! Der ist Pop, auch wenn es kein Pop ist.
Songtext:
I’m a very important person
I park in the V.I.P.
And when I go to the bathroom
I go in the V.I.P. toilet
And when I wanna change a lightbulb
I don’t do it myself… Oooohhh no…
I have a technician
Cause I’m a V.I.P.
I’m a V.I.P
Now, as I began to become a V.I.P.
I forgot what I’ve become a V.I.P. for
I began to grow accustomed to people saying
„Right this way Sir… drinks are on the house…“
Flight attendants on airplanes saying
„Please… really, I don’t wanna bother you, Sir
But it’s such a pleasure to have you on board
May I have your autograph for my daughter?“
Yeah baby right after I go to the toilet
I i’ll give you a couple of’em
Cause I’m a V.I.P.!
Now, one thing about V.I.P. is, they never seem to be alone
Ooohh no!
The „true“ V.I.P. must travel with an entourage!
People who say „right on boss“
Cause it’s a V.I.P.!
Right on boss
I’m a V.I.P.!
As I began to realise that I had gained V.I.P. status
Worries began to creep in
What if one day, I woke up, and I was no longer a V.I.P.?
No more good tables at the restaurants
No more strange women smiling and approaching me on the streets
No more top notch booty
No more entourage to say „right boss“
I began to have nightmares
And in my nightmares, I was just a fucking nobody
Laying at the beach, imagining myself being a V.I.P.!
Just like I was before
Hearing the applause in my head
Beautiful warm embraces of superior members of the female gender
V.I.P.
Of course, when one becomes a V.I.P.
One meets other V.I.P.s
At social occasions
And one inevitably thinks:
„thck! How shallow and crass these people are!
They’re not down to earth and real like me
Oooohhh no! I’m a very special V.I.P.“
Another interesting phenomenon, associated with V.I.P. celebrityhood
Is the „V.I.P. reflection effect“
During which anyone associated with the V.I.P.
Becomes a sort of V.I.P. in their own right!
Such as „son OF the V.I.P.“
„Guitar player FOR the V.I.P.“
„Girlfriend WITH the V.I.P.“
„Accountants OF the V.I.P.“
The maid, the dog, the music publisher …huh!
All enjoy a sort of ‚reflected glory‘, as in…
„Hi this is Nastea
I work for Iggy
And I’d like 6 tables tonight in the V.I.P. section
And he needs passes for everyone
And free drinks of course
In the V.I.P. area“
Right on boss
Cause I’m a V.I.P.
It’s also true that when one is a V.I.P., everybody’s happy to see you
All the time!
And there’s an implicit rule that a V.I.P. must never… never be on a barn
Cause everybody expects YOU to make their day
And they’re all be on to you if you’re in a bad mood
They will „thck!tchk!tchk! mur mur mur mur mur!“
And you will find yourself with the wrong kind of attention:
A „difficult“ V.I.P.
Psychologists tell us that a sense of self-esteem
Is so necessary in today’s world
As a V.I.P., I can guarantee you, you’ll never be alone
You’ll never be alone
Cause you’re a V.I.P.!
[IGGY POP – V.I.P.]
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