Lyrical Analysis: Wiggle (Jason Derulo)

 Warning: These song lyrics have sexually explicit content. You probably shouldn’t read this one to your kids. Actually, I hope you don’t read my posts to your kids anyway. I’m probably not the best bedtime story writer. 

Okay. I’ve decided that it would be cool to start doing lyrical analyses. We consume all this media without thinking too much about what it’s actually saying. No, I’m not telling everyone to quit music and hole up in a corner with Baptist hymns. One of my personal favorite songs is about a girl telling a guy that he has a great bod, and should therefore screw her. And if he’s good at it, they can do it for eternity. Literally the whole song, and I’m okay with it. I don’t like the song for its lyrics. Nonetheless, I think it’s good to think critically about music. This is what I’m encouraging through my lyrical analyses.

Jason Derulo and Snoop Dogg’s “Wiggle” was more popular last summer, but it’s one of those that stays with me. So, without further ado…

Hey, yo, Jason
Say somethin’ to her
Holler at her
[Laughs]
I got one question
How do you fit all that… in them jeans?
[Laughs]
The music opens with Jason encouraging catcalling. It already seems like yet another song objectifying women for their bodies (though that might have been inferred from the title). One thing I noticed from listening to the audio is that Derulo himself is saying this. To himself. So he’s out and about, and then loudly announces to himself that he should catcall a woman. We’re not off to a good start, Jason.
You know what to do with that big fat butt
Keep it far away from you.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Just a little bit of… swing

 Interesting how there’s no conversation here. He just sees a woman and expects her to shake her ass for him.

Patty cake, Patty cake
With no hands
Got me in this club making wedding plans

I like to think of marriage as a beautiful, eternal commitment between two lovers. Jason doesn’t love the girl. He’s never even met her. To him, she’s just a worthless body attached to a glorious butt.
If I take pictures while you do your dance
I can make you famous on Instagram

This one isn’t just gross–it’s scary. It’s threatening. This woman is just dancing in the club, and Derulo wants to photograph it and broadcast it on the internet. If you didn’t know, Instagram has over 200 million active users. New York City has a population of approximately 8.5 million. Think about it.

Hot damn it
Your booty like two planets
Go head, and go ham sandwich
Whoa, I can’t stand it

Jason has attempted to use a simile in his song. All hail Shakespeare. But seriously, here’s just more bullshit about admiring this stranger’s butt. “Ham sandwich” is an innuendo that neither I nor anyone else I’ve known who’s heard this song understands. I could probably come up with a few speculations, but it would be a waste of my time. We all know what it really means. Jason’s thinking with his dick.

‘Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt

Again, keep it far away from you, Jason.

Cadillac, Cadillac, pop that trunk
Let’s take a shot, alley-oop that dunk

We’re talking about cars, now we’re talking about basketball. Yes, I know. We’re really talking about the ass. But I’m not following these cheap, rapid comparisons.

Tired of working that 9 to 5
Oh baby let me come and change your life

How? How, Jason? I don’t get it. This whole song is basically about you wanting to screw this woman. You’ve made us well aware of that. I just don’t understand how that would change someone’s work schedule.

Hot damn it
Your booty like two planets
Go head, and go ham sandwich
Whoa, I can’t stand it

Planets, sandwich, can’t stand it: a third grade boy with a space lunch box who’s hungry for snack break.

‘Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt

This repetition is becoming painful.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
(wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
(shake it, shake it girl)
Just a little bit of
(little bit of, little bit of, little bit of swing!)

I don’t even know how to respond. The next part is absolutely disgusting:

[Snoop Dogg:]
Shake what your mama gave you
Misbehave you
I just wanna strip you, dip you, flip you, bubble bathe you
What they do
Taste my rain drops, K boo
Now what you will and what you want and what you may do
Completely separated,
Till I deeply penetrate it
Then I take it out and wipe it off
Eat it, ate it, love it, hate it
Overstated, underrated, everywhere I’ve been
Can you wiggle, wiggle for the D, O, double G, again?

Awful. I want to hide in a corner. Snoop Dogg takes Derulo’s expressed desire and attaches graphic imagery to it. Snoop Dogg, by the way, is 43. He’s a full-grown adult, still acting like a sexually frustrated 13-year-old.

Come on baby
Turn around (turn around, turn around, turn around)
You’re a star girl
Take a bow (take a bow, take a bow, take a bow)
It’s just one thing that’s killing me
How’d you get that in them jeans?

When you ponder life, what do you think about–the meaning of existence? The origin of time? What lies at the edge of the universe? When Jason Derulo ponders the starry skies, he wonders how on earth this stranger could possibly buy jeans that fit her.

You know what to do with that big fat butt

I think it’s awful how he’s expecting women with large rumps to “know what to do.” What does that even mean? Women should not be made to feel like their bodies are objects that must be used for a man’s pleasure. Smells like misogynistic shit to me.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
(wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
(wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
(shake it, shake it girl)
Just a little bit of
(little bit of, wiggle wiggle)
Wiggle, wiggle

Stop.

Now make it clap
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Now make it clap
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Make it clap
(baby when you do it like that)
Just a little bit of
Now make it clap
No hands baby, make it clap, clap, clap
(like swing)

For some reason, this struck me. Jason is not asking the girl a question. He’s giving her a command. She’s a toy. She’s entertainment for him. Turn on the TV, microwave the mac-and-cheese, start the car–those are all action commands that we use in reference to objects. That’s all she is to him. An object.

Damn, baby, you got a bright future behind you

What about her talents? Her dreams? None of that matters here. All that matters is her ass. There’s nothing more I can say here.

And there we have it, folks. This is the kind of music that comes on the radio. This is what’s pounded into our heads. Take a minute to think about what you hear. You never know what lurks behind that cheery beat.

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