Dum Dum Girls — “Jail La La.”

Someone tell my baby

Or else he won’t know I need saving

Someone tell my baby

Or else he won’t know I need saving

I’m not from L.A. and I don’t want to be. I listen to Uhh Yeah Dude, though—I’m sorry, don’t you?—so some L.A. shibboleths have worked their way into my vocabulary: at this point, I call things dope, fresh, wack, or rad completely unselfconsciously.

If someone were to call me out on it, I’d play them this song and show them this picture and defy them to tell me a better word for them than “rad”: