I've been asked lately: "who is Angelyne? Why write a song about her? is she real?"
the proof lies above. I can't tell you how many times I was forced to look at this sign crawling along in traffic on Sunset Blvd. note the phone number on the bottom left of the sign...hmmm..
here's a brief bio lifted from Wikipedia:
Angelyne drives a pink Corvette which bears the shortened name "ANGLYNE" on its license plate, and has a pink maltese named Buddha.
She began to gain local attention in the early 1980s when a series of
billboards popped up around the city featuring her in various poses. Around this time, she made her first appearance on national television as a guest on the late night talk show Thicke of the Night hosted by Alan Thicke, and featuring a young Arsenio Hall.
Although it has been claimed that billboard companies or a wealthy
husband pays for her billboards, Angelyne, who is single, credits
"investors" for financing the outdoor advertising.Barbie, stating that "Kids think I'm a Barbie doll" and, in one billboard, "Barbie wishes she were me." Angelyne has not given her age or birthdate in interviews, although the IMDB lists 1958 (in Idaho) without providing a source. Angelyne compares herself to
and here is my favorite one...ahh Los Angeles...
Angelyne was one of the candidates in the 2003 California recall election, finishing 28th in a field of 135 candidates (garnering 2,533 votes). Her slogan during the campaign was "We’ve had Gray, we’ve had Brown, now it’s time for some blond and pink." She was also a candidate for Hollywood city council in 2002 if it were to secede from Los Angeles.
here's the lyrics to "Angelyne"
Because you've got a new pink corvette
You tooling all around sunset
Like a renegade concubine with a
Big blonde bee-hive in overdrive
I can't believe
I can't even conceive
Of a billboard queen
In the driver's seat..
Because you barely fit inside a corset
You’re every sugar daddy's luncheonette
You feed them poses and do a routine like those
Glossy centerfolds in my closet magazines
Oh, come clean, Angelyne
You’re just a another wanna-be porn queen
With those Egyptian eyes
And your air-brushed thighs
Never judge a cover by its book
But the pages on the inside can be overlooked
You're like a cartoon but too obscene
You'd make Malibu Barbie blush at the knees
Oh come clean
And let reality intervene
You’re just a billboard queen in the driver's seat
With those Egyptian eyes
And those air-brushed thighs
There you go again
Your name is up in lights...
Words and Music by Bryan Clark
© 2007 Rainfeather Music ASCAP