
The vocalese lyrics supplied by Jon Hendricks are awkward and stuffy: "Well every evening when all my day's work is through, I call my baby, and I ask her what shall we do. I mention movies, but she don't seem to dig that, and then she asks me, why don't I visit her flat" - it takes a sly tongue to make that mouthful fit the metre and Fame's Lancashire dialect fumbles where it should flow until his delivery renders 'Yeh Yeh' like an early Wright Brothers prototype that bumps across the ground without ever getting fully and properly airborne - Matt Bianco made a far better fist of it on their 1985 version. Fame is better on the "We gotta do that! We gotta do that! Yeh, yeh. We gotta do that! We gotta do that" refrains where he almost scats, but it's not enough and for the most part 'Yeh Yeh' is a little too smug and too knowing for it's own good, a song playing to its audience like an in-joke that only a clique will appreciate.
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