a tool that measures the sales of records. It was very popular and reached number one on the Billboard Charts. The Purple People Eater is a novelty song that was released and heard on the radio in 1958. Playin' rock and roll music through the horn in He was blowing it out, a'really knockin' em dead (purple people?).Īnd then he went on his way, and then what do Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin' purple peopleeater. (sing aboop boop aboopa lopa lum bam boom). It was a crazy little ditty with a swingin' tune He started to rock, really rockin' around Purple people eater (we wear short shorts)Īnd then he swung from the tree and lit on the Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flying purple I wanna get a job in a rock and roll band. He said it's eatin' purple people and it sure is fineīut that's not the reason that I came to land One-eyed, one-horned flyin' purple people eater It was a one-eyed, one-horned flyin' purple people eater Well he came down to earth and lit in a tree (one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater)Ī one-eyed one-horned, flyin' puple people eater It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater. It looks like a purple people eater to me. I commenced to shakin' and I said "ooh-eee" The quirks that make us fabulous.Īnd even the most unique among us – the one-eyed, one-horned, human-lunching critters included – somehow find a place where they belong.Well I saw the thing comin' out of the sky And maybe that’s what makes this little cyber-universe we’ve all created so special, where we come together in our mutual love of vintage and unabashedly celebrate our oddities. Perhaps my ‘one horn’ is my shocking ability to road rage (while not missing a single note in the broadway musical du jour) and your ‘one eye’ is your indescribable love of body art, but either way, they make us who we are. So, like the classic song, I’m channeling my inner Purple People Eater today in this GreaterGoodsVintage dress, letting my freak flag fly in all of my one-eyed, one-horned, flying glory. Feeling like a one-eyed outcast at times, but still having the courage to forge ahead to chase whatever makes our heart sing, however far away those dreams may seem. Turning our nose up at the guy who told us we could never make it with just one horn. Distilled down to a single word or put into a single category, but hoping for the day when someone sees our true colors, because a single label can never really cover the true essence of our quirk. I feel like, one way or another, we’re all Purple People Eaters. In my head I always imagined a rather cute, fuzzy purple creature who was somehow misunderstood, just trying to follow his dreams, who happened to have particular dietary restrictions. Maybe I simply will always identify with the underdog… And from the moment I pulled out this vintage plaid dress from my wardrobe this morning, I’ve had that song dancing between my ears ever since. Whenever Sheb Wooley started those first few familiar words, I couldn’t keep from bouncing around my living room. Now, I was never clear whether he was purple and ate people, or if he selectively chomped purple people exclusively, but it was a rather cheerful song despite the supposed grape-tinted carnage. It basically sings the tale of a one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eater who has a grand plan to come to earth and start a rock & roll band (go with me here – it all made sense a the time). There was this rather whacky song I loved when I was a kid – “ The Purple People Eater” – which was really popular in the late 50’s.
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