Mister Softee

New single by Kid Creole and the Coconuts – Mister Softee
Release date: April 30

MISTER SOFTEE (Official video)

Why did I choose Mister Softee to be the first single from the OFF THE COAST OF ME (40th Anniversary Edition) album?

Well, I didn’t.  That album is chock-full of potential singles. So I went about it in a democratic way (for a change). I reached out to Coati Mundi and the original Coconuts (Adriana Kaegi, Cheryl Poirier and Roni Griffith) and we voted on it.

Mister Softee won by a landslide. I know why. The Coconuts adore the sentiment of the song – cutting the Kid down to size has always been their favorite preoccupation. Hope you enjoy it as much as THEY do. Hachachacha!
August Darnell

Mister Softee is the first single release from Off The Coast of Me: 40th Anniversary Edition.
The album is set for release on June 11th, with the single being released on April 30th.

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The single and the album will be available on 2C2C Music label.

This photo of Coconuts Cheryl Poirier, Roni Griffith and Adriana Kaegi was taken backstage before a show in Florida in October, 1980. The band had launched in January and after numerous raucous New York club dates and some solo northeast gigs, Kid Creole opened for the Talking Heads and then the B-52’s on a brief tour heading down the coast to Florida. The wild crowd response at each of these shows for a wholly unknown opening act was thrilling and told us definitively that this band could reach an audience further than east coast clubs. Coati Mundi shaved his head around this time and began wearing ever more surreal outfits on stage, just as other theatrical elements in the show started to expand. In shooting this photo, as I sometimes did, I turned the camera upside-down so that the flash would light the faces subtly from below, erasing shadows and enhancing the drama and sex appeal. The effect was particularly striking in this image which has long been a favorite of mine – and not only because two of the great loves of my life are in this photo. 

– John Rynski, April 2020

MISTER SOFTEE LYRICS

                                                              (music and lyric: August Darnell)

             You’re no good for me!

I got a funny feelin’ baby that tonight you wanna sleep with me
(don’t say it, you know you shouldn’t say it)
But I got a ‘pointment in the mornin’, need at least eleven hours of sleep!
(you said it, I asked you not to say it)
I’m so sorry, babe

              You’re a softee, by trade
Mister Softee’s your name
You’re a softee and hardly my type

Don’t say that, don’t say that!
Don’t you make an issue over somethin’ that’s as small as this
I’ll make it up to you tomorrow evenin’ babe if you insist
Oh

              You’re a softee, by trade
Who you talkin’ to?
Mister Softee’s your name
You’re a softee and hardly my type
Don’t say that, don’t say that

               I’ve had enough in my life
of sweet and sour goodnights
I know you can’t satisfy
but at least you could try
You’re no good for me

Would you rather I forget about my livelihood and stay at home?
(don’t say it, you know you shouldn’t say it)
Well then you must give up your credit cards, must give up your Maud Frizons
(you said it, I asked you not to say it)
I’m so sorry, babe

              You’re a softee, by trade
Who you talkin’ to?
Mister Softee’s your name
There’s no sense squawkin’ ’bout it
You’re a softee and hardly my type
Don’t say that, don’t say that

               I’ve had enough in my life
of sweet and sour goodnight
I know you can’t satisfy
but at least you could try
You’re no good for me

You got a funny way of showin’ me that baby you’re in love with me
(don’t say it, you know you shouldn’t say it)
Just because I need a little rest, you wanna torture me
(you said it, I asked you not to say it)

              You’re a softee, by trade
Mister Softee’s your name
You’re a softee, by trade
Mister Softee’s your name

You’re the softee, my friend
You’re soft in your head
Softee my friend
Soft in the head

              You’re a softee, by trade
Who you talkin’ to?
Mister Softee’s your name
There’s no sense squawkin’ ’bout it
You’re a softee, by trade
Don’t say that
Mister Softee’s your name
Don’t say that
You’re the softee, my friend
You’re soft, soft in the head
You’re a softee, I’m sure
Soft to the core

              You’re a softee, by trade
Who you talkin’ to?
Mister Softee’s your name
You’re a softee and hardly my type
Don’t say that, don’t say that