Bowling For Soup - The Great Burrito Extortion Case

Genre rock Publisher Jive Records External Links Official Bowling For Soup Website Official Jive Records Website

There are certain things in life that you feel like you have to hide in life. I hide certain guilty pleasures, like everyone else; I hide my romance novels under the bathroom sink, N*SYNC is listed as Stevie Wonder on my iPod, and I pretend that I didn't really like some of those terrible nineties teen movies. But here's a secret that I need to tell: I love Bowling For Soup.

I know, they have no real musical talent, and all the other things people tell me. But the truth is, I just can't stop loving those crazy Texans. I fought myself when their newest album The Great Burrito Extortion Case came out, but I just can't hide it anymore. I love Bowling For Soup, in all their fat, tattooed glory.

You know how there are certain albums that once you put the CD in your stereo, and listen to the first song, you really can't get past the first song? And you're just playing it on repeat for about six hours, and your roommates start threatening eviction - but you just can't stop? That's how I feel about The Great Burrito Extortion Case. I had to listen to every song about eight times before I can move on to the next, which really didn't seem to make me too popular in the car the other day when I was forcing everyone present to listen to "I'm Gay" because the lyrics crack me up: "Repeat after me/It's perfectly fine to be a happy individual...Very nice/Very/Nice."

Lyrics are a big thing for me and my relationship with Bowling For Soup. I mean, just take a gander at the chorus of "A Friendly Goodbye": "Ain't that a "b" with an itch/Ain't that a mother trucker/You can go to h-e-double hockey sticks/And ef yourself/Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick/Of all the "s" words you put me through/So Ef you/Ef you."

So my secret has been spread to the world. I love Bowling For Soup, and nothing will ever change that for me. Sorry if it disappoints you. I'll just sit on my suitcase on the porch, listening to The Great Burrito Extortion Case on my iPod and wait for the rest of the world to come around to my point of view.