One of those rock greats that seems to never get talked about as a rock great is Ian Hunter. As lead singer of early-‘70’s English glam rock mainstays Mott The Hoople, Hunter sang ‘Roll Away the Stone,’ ‘All The Way From Memphis,’ and one of rock and roll’s greatest anthems ever, ‘All The Young Dudes,’ a tune offered to them from a fan by the name of David Bowie, and only after they first rejected Bowie’s initial proposal of ‘Suffragette City.’ Following the band’s dissolution in 1974, Hunter began a surprisingly high-wattage solo career which yielded gems like ‘Once Bitten Twice Shy,’ ‘Just Another Night,’ ‘Central Park ‘n’ West,’ and ‘Cleveland Rocks’ – which was later covered in almost note-for-note fashion by The Presidents of the United States of America (yes, that’s really the band’s name) as theme song for the ’90’s TV series “The Drew Carey Show.”

Then there’s this one, from 1976, more under-the-radar than most of Hunter’s hard-rocking hits, an evocative exploration of the Brit’s adjustment to life in New York City entitled ‘All American Alien Boy,’ in which both instrumentally and lyrically Hunter appropriately seems to break out about as many dazzling maneuvers as there are lights in Times Square.

Let’s start with David Sanborn guesting on alto sax, who can’t quite wait until after the first 8 bars to begin lighting the song on fire. Sanborn is one of the most conspicuous and admired players in the jazz world but has also collaborated with a who’s-who of R&B, pop and rock A-listers, including his contribution of the iconic sax throughout David Bowie’s ‘Young Americans,’ a song which has more in common with this one (at least musically) than just the apparent flag-waving of its title. Hunter then takes two vocal verses himself before quickly handing off to arguably the most amazing bassist in music history, Jaco Pastorius. A bass solo in a pop song? Starting just over a minute in? Covering over 40 seconds of the tune? With Jaco…oh yeah. And, oh my god, ask the bass player in your life how spectacular his playing is here – particularly the I-don’t-know-what-that-is chord thing he does at exactly 1:28 – and how creative and technically difficult it is to play the stuff that he plays. Even Hunter, it seems, can scarcely handle it; listen for him muttering an appreciative “Alright” towards the end of Jaco’s solo (I did the same thing myself the first time I heard it).

Why don’t we break this up and offer you the chance here to sample those first two minutes before moving on…

And we’re back, post-Jaco solo, to continue.

From there Hunter hits his stride, spitting melodic rhymes until he reaches the uplifting chorus swaddled in a bed of the glorious female backing singer triad, whose swirling sound is, in fact, remarkably similar to Bowie’s cherished ‘Young Americans’ refrain. Sanborn scorches another sax solo, taking us to the scat-rapping bridge, and into…another killer solo, this one a fret-tickling series of twangy notes on guitar. Hunter spills out a bunch more accelerating verses of Limey-Yank poetry, and now we’re (seemingly) in the home stretch, when out of nowhere a clarinet, trombone and trumpet join the party, and damn if it isn’t suddenly like a raucous Pete Fountain Dixieland crescendo! Horns are weaving all around, the heavenly singers are taking us to church, we get tinkling upbeat hits on the ride cymbal, and Hunter’s rapid-fire hollering hijinks – an escalating hootenanny, and an irresistible good time.

And that, my friends, is something to be appreciated by all the young dudes, as well as any old ones.

Full lyrics here; try to follow along at your own risk.

[Instrumental Intro]
Well I packed my bags
In the land of rags
‘Cos I don’t believe
In them dimmo drags
Don’t wanna vote for the left wing
Don’t wanna vote for the right
I gotta have both
To make me fly
Just a whitey from Blighty
Heading out west
Got my little green card and
My bulletproof vest
Going to old tube city
Where the buzz is the best
On down the line (down the line)
Down the line (down the line)
[Instrumental Interlude] Alright
Well I was born (on the line) and
I was raised (on the line)
I was schooled (on the line) and
I was fazed (on the line) and
I was used (on the line) and
I was dazed (on the line)
Just had to split (off the line)
‘Cos I was crazed (off the line)
Well I remember all the good times
Me and Miller enjoyed
Up and down the M1 in some luminous yo-yo toy
But the future has to change and
To change, I’ve got to destroy
Oh, look out Lennon, here I come
Land ahoy-hoy-hoy
All American Alien Boy (All American Alien Boy)
All American Alien Boy (All American Alien Boy)
All American Alien Boy (All American Alien Boy)
All American Alien Boy (All American Alien, All American Alien Boy)
[Instrumental Interlude]
Don’t look down
Put your feet on the ground
Don’t drown in the big aquarium
Don’t walk slow
Put on a big show
Shove your meat down vegetarians
Don’t get slugged
Get mugged
Get bugged or
They’ll sling you in the jug
Shove you under some rug
Give you some drug
Pull out the plug and then…
[Instrumental Interlude]
And they’re telling me this hamburger’s
Cheaper than the other
And this television’s
Cheaper than the other
And they’re selling me hot dogs
Cheaper than the other
And these pizzas
Cheaper than the other
And I don’t understand all this
I’m just an All American Alien Boy (All American Alien Boy)
And they’re telling me rifles are shot in Connecticut
They’re telling me pistols are shot in Westchester
You can get a Saturday night special on Flatbush
On the Bowery, or the Bronx
Or on 42nd Street
And I don’t understand all this
Being an All American Alien Boy (All American Alien Boy)
I’ve got sodium nitrate rotting in my guts
My head’s full of ulcers
I got lungs full of butts
My heart wants a transplant
It thinks that I’m nuts
My logic won’t open
My eyes won’t shut
And I’m beginning to dig all this
Being an All American Alien Boy (All American Alien Boy)
And your women are always right (alright)
They always know so much more
‘Cos the women came from heaven
And the men came outta some store
And they don’t know who they are
And they don’t know what they’re for
Well I’m an All American Alien Boy
Look out Mary Tyler Moore
All American Alien Boy (All American Alien Boy)
All American Alien Boy (All American Alien Boy)
All American Alien Boy (All American Alien Boy)
All American Alien Boy (All American Alien, All American Alien Boy)
(All American Alien Boy)
(All American Alien Boy)
(All American Alien Boy)
(All American Alien, All American Alien Boy)
(All American Alien Boy)
(All American Alien Boy)
(All American Alien Boy)
(All American Alien, All American Alien Boy)
Ten Bears, Two Bears, Standing Bear, Plenty Bear
Old Bear, Brave Bear, Hollow Horn Bear
Silver Knife, Spotted Tail, Yellow Hand, Red Cloud
Red Fox, Red Horse, Black Kettle
White Ghost, White Bull, White Thunder, White Hog
Hold on a minute gotta frog in my throat
Cochise, Alchise, Roman Nose, Geronimo
Hold on a minute, more to go
Sitting Bull, Tall Bull, Crazy Horse, Short Bull
Low Dog, Red Dog, Yellow Wolf, Low Wolf
Loco, Victorio, Chato, Little Crow
Dead Eyes, Jak, Taza, and Colorow
My mouth’s exploding, that’s enough of this noise
I guess we’re all
All American Alien Boys