Guided Missiles has probably never been sung at an Under the Sea dance. It’s too bad too, a song like that could have thrilled many a young teen into sneaking off into a corner. Recorded in 1956 by the Cuff Links, four men off duty at McClellan Air Force base, for Dootone Records in California here’s a love song that understands what’s at stake.
Zooooom, guided missiles.
Zooooom, guided missiles
Zooooom……..
Guided missiles, aimed at my heart
Bound to destroy me, tear me apart
Guided kisses none of them true
Now I know the enemy is you
Here’s a fellow that’s been heartbroke before and knows what awaits even as she walks toward him. He hangs back, letting her make all the moves, a glutton for the coming punishment….
Guided missiles, bound to explode
Destroying my heart is your goal
You’ll have succeeded in making me blue
Now I know the enemy is you
He knows what she is all about. He’s seen this all before. Alfred Gaitwood, Sgt. Maj. UASF had been stationed in Tripoli, Libya and spent much time in the famed Garden City Glee Club and you better believe he had seen it all before.
You weaken my defenses
With your tender kisses
You knew when you loved me
I never would resist
And why would he really. The Cold War playing itself out around him. He’s so far away from home, cut off, enduring assault. Guided missiles indeed.
Now you’ve got me, I’ll give in
Trusting you was my only sin
But the same guided missiles
Will get you in the end
The inevitable. But wait, there’s a twist. Maybe he’s not the only one ensnared. Love has many victims and these missiles are heat seeking.
Zooooom
