For some reason, I am plagued by Miley Cyrus’s “Party in the USA.” Whenever I turn around, it’s playing at me. I can’t escape it, nor am I moved by it, so I always end up mulling over the lyrics until it’s finished.
If you haven’t heard it, here’s the music video:
The lyrics, for your reference, can be found here. (Warning: eight billion ads, just like every other lyrics site.)
Forthwith, some observations:
1. Not many pop songs reference cardigan sweaters. Maybe only this one.
2. The premise of the song makes me sneer. We’re meant to believe that Miley Cyrus – Miley Freakin’ Cyrus – is a regular old down-to-earth girl who finds herself outclassed and starstruck in Hollywood.
Miley Cyrus has been a household name since she was nine. Her daddy was a household name before she was born. She’s worth about twenty billion dollars, more or less. Get real.
You can tell this is a problem, because the lyric “The DJ’s playing my song” is ambiguous. Is the DJ playing her song, or her song?
3. She references three artists whose songs made her feel happy and at home: Jay-Z, Madonna, and Britney. When asked “Which Jay-Z song, specifically?” in an interview, Miley airily explained that she just picked artists’ names at random.
This means that one of the following is true:
A) Miley doesn’t have any favorite artists, because she doesn’t listen to music.
B) Miley has favorite artists, but she doesn’t want us to know who they are, so she picked famous names at random.
Neither option is particularly flattering.
4. I understand how you can “nod your head like Yeah.” But I don’t understand how you can “move your hips like Yeah.”
I particularly don’t understand how you could “move your hips like Yeah” while seated in a taxi cab.