Okay, I loathed every Billy Idol song on my radio in the 80s, and I still can't say I like his stuff, but somehow I can't generate the same level of venom after watching his turn in 'The Wedding Singer'. Great moment. Great movie.

I hated Billy Idol when this song came out.

Here I am, nearly 20 years later, and every time I hear his music and other artists' songs I "hated" at the time, I get all nostalgic and long for simpler times when my biggest problems only included things like being able to switch to a different radio station very quickly.

But damn, if I don't know all the words to this and his other songs that got airplay at the time. Guess I never switched the station fast enough. Or airwave saturation really does work.

You must be kidding me. This guy is a complete poseur. About as scary as my grandmother.

There's some truly great punk music from this era -- I'd love to hear that instead of this drivel.

or as my sister thought the lyrics went...

"hows about a daaayate?"

Ahhhh... childhood flashbacks. Between Rebel Yell and Purple Rain, I wore out my first tape deck. :)

I'll admit it, I still think Billy kicks ass!

idol owes an enormous amount to his guitarist at the time, steve stevens...