Music Review: Nelly "Hey Porsche"

Nelly

Hey Porsche

Album: M.O.

Year: 2013

              Nelly pursues a privileged  woman in the feeble  “Hey Porsche.”

            A mysterious guitar opens the single, setting a rusty tone. Part of the chorus starts the single.  A regal woman dressed in head-to-toe Gaultier. She has must’ve gotten confused club’s name with the latest trendy restraurant. He has to have her. He’ll never have the chance of getting close to someone like her ever again.  (“Hey my Porsche, I wanna try ya/Crazy baby girl, there ain't nothing like you/Hey little Porsche, so right I had to get ya/Back it up, let's roll, roll, roll.”)

             He swivels his head around, wondering where she went. He sees her walking back from the bathroom, talking to her friend. He heaves a sigh, relieved she hadn’t left. He spots them in the corner of the bar He excuses himself from his group and struts over to her. Once he’s alone with her, he says he would like to unzip her dress and have sex with her. (“Girl where'd you go?/You sexy thing, you turn me on/I need a private show, here on the lawn, in my garage/I think you on a row, hey Porsche girl/I think you know what I wanna do/Come on let me slide under so I can work on, work on you.”)

   In the pre-chorus, he tells her while they have sex, there won’t be any interruptions. They’ll be discreet  He lives on his own and holds down a  regular job. (“I wanna take your top off, celebrate this champagne pop-off/Yeah, we could turn the clocks off/No rush, baby we could just park somewhere/I don't need nobody's permission/No keys, push start to ignition, say.”)

         The full chorus is sung. (“In the Porsche, I wanna try ya/Crazy baby girl, there ain't nothing like you/Hey little Porsche, so right I had to get ya
Back it up, let's roll, roll, roll, roll/Na-na-na-na-na-na/Hey Porsche/I want you/Na-na-na-na-na-na/Hey Porsche/Na-na-na-na-na-na/I want you.”)

            He tells her he would like a chance with her. They could stay in his bed for a month and never leave. He compliments her, saying telling he almost knocked himself out by walking into a pole. With her, he has to up his game and make a great first impression fast. Otherwise, he’ll lose her to someone else. (“Girl you know/Damn I've been dreaming about the day you let me take you home/Just for a week and maybe more/Just say it, say I've never seen an ass like that/You gon' make a **** crash like that/Since I seen you in the window, knew what I was in for/Spending every rack on that.”)

            The pre-chorus and chorus are sung again.

              In the bridge, he wonders if she’s good in bed. (“ I wanna see how fast you can go/See how you handle as I'm losing control/As I make you turn away/Hey, let me turn up your sun/Turn it up and now here we go.”)

                 The chorus ends the single.

              Nelly’s mannerly, cutesy rap overplays being a gentleman as he turns on the charm. In the process, he gives himself a blank personality in order to please her. His newfound need to be proper becomes a wearisome act to keep up.

              The dilapidated  “Hey Porsche” is a relic, running on fumes.