I won't work for nobody but you

Phew! We're back, safe from the Wild, Wild West - and to celebrate that fact (in our normal way to mark the passing of another week; and what a week...), let's clad ourselves in the most outrageous shocking pink "pimp" outfits, and get on down with tomorrow's birthday boy Billy Griffin (he's 65, you know) and his incarnation of The Miracles...

They're such Love Machines:

The Miracles - Love Machine

Thank Disco It's Friday!

Oh, yeah
I'm just a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you
Yeah, baby, I'm just a love machine
A hugging kissing fiend

I think it's high time you knew
Whenever I think of you
My mind blows a fuse
When I look in your eyes
My meter starts to rise
And I become confused
My motor cranked electric goes
When I'm sitting next to you
Electricity starts to flow
And my indicator starts to glow

I, I, I'm just a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you
I'm just a love machine, yeah, baby
A hugging kissing fiend
La-La la la la-La la la la-La la
La la la la la-La la la-La laaaaaaaaa
I, I, I'm just a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you
I'm just a love machine, yeah, baby
A hugging kissing fiend

I'm gentle as a lamb
I'm not that hard to program
There's no way that you can lose
Chassis fits like a glove
I've got a button for love
That you've got to use (push it, push it baby)
If you look into my power
I am sure you can find out how
To turn me on just set my dial
And let me love you for a little while, ooooooh

I, I, I'm just a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you
I'm just a love machine, yeah, baby
A hugging kissing fiend
La-La la la la-La la la la-La la
La la la la la-La la la-La laaaaaaaaa
Push it push it baby, aaaaaah

Subtle.

Have a great weekend, darlings...

William L. "Billy" Griffin (born 15th August 1950).