Mr. Reporter

The Kinks · Other Songs - The Kinks

Hey, Mr. Reporter

How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing

Or is it that you can do nothing else?



Hey, Mr. Reporter

I'll believe all that you put down

I'll believe the sun is going up

Even though it's going down



Hey, Mr. Reporter

Don't you twist my words around

I'll kill you, I won't let you

Distort my simple sound



Hey, Mr. Reporter

How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing

Or is it that you can do nothing else?



Hey, Mr. Reporter

How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing

Or is it that you can do nothing else?



Did your daddy stop you playing

With your friends when you were young?

And is that why you run down

All the young folks have their fun?



And the reason I am stupid

Is 'cause I read you every day

You misquote all of the true things

Because they rubbed you of the wrong way



Hey, Mr. Reporter

How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing

Or is it that you can do nothing else?



Hey, hey

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

Mr. Reporter - The Kinks

Released in 1966, "Mr. Reporter" stands as a defining track in The Kinks' catalog, showcasing Ray Davies' sharp wit and social commentary. The song satirizes the intrusive nature of journalism and the public's obsession with celebrity gossip, reflecting the era's changing media landscape. With its driving rhythm and Davies' distinctive vocal delivery, the recording captures the band's unique blend of rock and roll with literary satire. As a key piece of their mid-60s output, it highlights The Kinks' ability to address contemporary issues while maintaining a timeless appeal within the British Invasion context.