The opening reworks The Crystals’ “Da Doo Ron Ron” (1963), where she meets him on a Monday and somebody tells her his name is Bill.
Nonsense syllables, the way doo-wop sings them — the genre is named after a refrain like it — and The Crystals’ “da doo ron-ron” began as just such a dummy line.
, she caught my eye
On a starry night beneath the April sky
Each day I saw her, magic seemed to grow
The kind of love that only dreamers know
Da doo ron-de ron, we danced till dawn
Till the stars had fled and the night was gone
Now every Monday, I smile at the past
For love like ours, it’s built to last
Da doo ron-de ron, Da doo ron-de doo
In a world of gray, she’s my sky of blue
In her leather jacket, with a devilish grin
She whispered, Bend over—let’s begin this sin
Da doo ron-de ron, with a wink and a sway
In backroom alleys where the outcasts play
Now every Monday, I smile at the past
For love like ours, it’s built to last
Da doo ron-de ron, Da doo ron-de doo
In a world of gray, she’s my sky of blue
Cops on our tail, blasting
Punk in Drublic — NOFX’s 1994 album, its title a spoonerism of “drunk in public.”
Caught mid-thrust doing stuff in public
Da doo ron-de ron, we gave ’em the slip
Jumped a chain-link fence in clothes all but ripped