Baby, What Do You Want Me to Do. No great meaning, just had the song in my head for a few weeks, popping in and out like the filler time it serves so well in the ’68 comeback special. Finally was on a mini-vacation and had a chance to put on the album (the single disc, not the double) and it hit the spot. It reminded me of a great little music moment from Peter Guralnick’s Careless Love. After the marriage to Priscilla….
The chemistry that was evident from their first moment together on-screen was borrowed from real life. From Ann-Margret’s point of voice, music was the catalyst. “Music ignited a fiery pent-up passion inside Elvis and inside me. It was an odd, embarrassing, funny, inspiring, and wonderful sensation. We looked at each other move and saw virtual mirror images.” She was, Joe Esposito told Elvis, “a female you,” and soon she was at the house almost every night, or he was over at the apartment she shared with her parents. They drove around listening to tapes in the new Rolls-Royce limousine, they rode motorcycles together (she shared his passion for Harleys), the guys always knew enough to disappear at the right moment — or if they didn’t, Joe let them know. Everybody liked Ann — they all referred to her by the name of her character she played in the movie, Rusty, but Elvis called her Rusty Ammo. She was funny, she was sexy, she was never anything less than a good sport, she was one of the guys. One night she and Elvis were sitting around watching TV with the gang, “an average, lazy night at home,” when she and Elvis put on an impromptu show.
We snuck out of the living room. Then, without warning, he pushed open the big double glass doors. Everyone turned and looked. We were both on the ground, stretched out like cats, and in a husky growl he sang, “You got me runnin’.” I answered in a similar voice, “You got me hidin’.” … As we traded lyrics, we crawled across the carpeted room in time with the music while everyone clapped and laughed.
Between jumping into iconography and the corn that was already there, you’d be suspicious of how much you’d enjoy the moment, but you can’t sing the song if you’re not having a little fun. YouTube has the ’68 special version.