Rebel Yell
A great song from the 1980s which wins special recognition from the Jolly contrarian for its anatomically correct use in the first verse of the legal concept of a limited licence.
- She said, come on baby, I got a licence for love
- And if it expires, pray help from above —
Words and music: W. Idol and S. Stevens.
A “licence for love” would usually be an exclusive licence, but when it comes to rock stars, and persons with whom they consort and who explicitly tout the availability of their own love to whomsoever should for the time being hold such a “licence” possibly not so much[1].
References
See also
- Pop songs and the law
- Expiration Time (Equity Derivatives)
- Lend Me Your Love
- ↑ Then again, one can exclusively licence one’s love, for valuable consideration, for a short period of time, so maybe not.