"Everybody Get Dangerous" is the fifth track off of The Red Album.
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Overview
Liner notes
With "Everybody Get Dangerous," have you ever tipped a cow?
Rivers: I didn't. I went with friends to go cow tipping, but I didn't actually push any cows over because I felt bad for them...its kind of sad.
You didn't strike me as a dangerous guy, is that wrong?
Rivers: Well now we're not that reckless with our lives. That's why I look back on the stuff we did when we were teenagers and I am amazes that we survived. I'm so scared for myself now looking back. It's crazy. Scott: It's the same with us, climbing on the roofs of churches and setting. Setting block long leaf piles on fire. Destructing as much property as possible. We were driving really intoxicated really fast. It's a miracle we didn't die. Rivers: And some people did die. I did have friends in high school who did die from stupidity.
— Weezer (The Red Album) liner notes
The song is mainly about Rivers Cuomo and his days as a teenager in Connecticut, and the shenanigans he and his friends would get into. They called their antics "getting dangerous". Adam Orth, a longtime friend of Cuomo, posted a blog entry[1] in 2008 on his website explaining events referenced in the song's lyrics.
Rivers used to have this Toyota Tercel and he would drive me and Justin (and sometimes Matt Hayes) home after school. Since we lived in the country (as opposed to the city) there were all sorts of crazy winding roads and hills in our town. This one particularly steep hill on Gurleyville road that led down to Justin’s house was epic. Steep as hell with an unreal 90 degree dead man’s curve at the bottom. Growing up, I saw many cars wreck on that corner. People died there.
Upping the stakes of getting dangerous resulted in a fun little game i used to call “HOLY SHIT WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE”. This is how we played the game.
Rivers would be driving and without warning (it was never guaranteed this game would commence at the top of the hill. Always random.), Rivers would throw the car in neutral and rip the keys out of the ignition and toss them in the back seat as the steering wheel locked-up and the car careened down this deadliest of hills.
The object of the game was for the screaming and terrified (and laughing) passengers to try and find the keys and get them back to Rivers in time so he could start the careening death trap up again and unlock the steering wheel to regain control of the car before we got to the bottom and died in a heap of twisted metal.
How we never got as much as a scratch on us is just unbelievable. I often wonder what made us do those things...we all unquestionably had dreams and plans of getting out of that town and “makin’ it big”...I definitely remember feeling immortal back then. I’m sure this is standard operating procedure for most testoserone-fueled teenagers in small towns, but at that time it was ours and we tested the limits again and again and again.
- —Adam Orth, blog post, 2008
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Lyrics
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Lyric sheet from the Deliverance at Hand! booklet.
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Lyric sheet from the Deliverance at Hand! booklet.
When I was younger I used to go and tip cows for fun, yeah
Actually I didn't do that 'cuz I didn't want the cow to be sad
But some of my friends did. They were all just a little bit wicked
They'd blow up mailboxes or with a baseball bat go for direct hits
On Halloween you could forget it. They'd throw rotten eggs into traffic
Toilet paper the fences, throw the tables, chairs, and the benches
After practice sometimes we would break into mad fits
Causin' damage, hurlin' amplifiers and mic stands
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous
I've got a confession that I will make if you will listen
Late in the night times we'd drive around with hairspray and sharp knives
Lookin' for roadkills, we'd light the things on fire for cheap thrills
Stab the corpses and lick the knives like we're evil forces
Hockey games on frozen ponds, no safety pads were ever put on
Drivin' home on country roads, sixty-five in a twenty-five zone
In my parents Tercel, how did we survive so well?
Throw the keys and the wheel locks up. I almost killed every one of us
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous
There must be a guardian angel or some kind of destiny we have
'Cuz we should have died a long time ago the way that we were livin' in our past
And what will we say when our kids come to us
And ask with a smile on their face:
"Hey, Dad, my friends got some new ninja swords
Is it cool if we slash up this place?"
Hey...
Hey...
Hey... (Is it cool if we slash up this place?)
And get dangerous
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous
When I was younger I used to go and tip cows for fun, yeah
Actually I didn't do that 'cuz I didn't want the cow feel be sad
But some of my friends did. They were all just a little bit wicked
They'd blow up mailboxes or with a baseball bat go for direct hits
On Halloween you could forget it. They'd throw rotten eggs into traffic
Toilet paper the fences, throw the tables, chairs, and the benches
After practice sometimes we would break into mad fits
Causin' damage, hurlin' amplifiers and mic stands
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
I've got a confession that I will make if you will listen
Late in the night times we'd drive around with hairspray and sharp knives
Lookin' for roadkills, we'd light the things on fire for cheap thrills
Stab the corpses and lick the knives like we're evil forces
Hockey games on frozen ponds, no safety pads were ever put on
Drivin' home on country roads, sixty-five in a twenty-five zone
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
There must be a guardian angel or some kind of destiny that we have
'Cuz we should have died a long long time ago the way that we were livin' in our past
And what will we say when our kids come to us
And ask with a smile on their face:
"Hey, Dad, my friends got some new ninja swords
Is it cool if we slash up this place?"
And get dangerous
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!)
Everybody get
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