Sep 28 2006

Oh, you’ll be singing this one ALL day…

Like I said, I was just in a pissy little “everybody hates me and is out to get me” mood yesterday. Afterall, just because you’re paranoid don’t mean they’re not after you! (To continue with the song lyrics, except I know I got this one right!)

You are all lovely and fabulous and so much wickedly cooler than me that I completely don’t deserve you.

But if you’re still reading this blog you have serious masochistic tendencies. Seek help.


Continuing even further with the lyric theme for the day, I started to make up a song for Cole during bathtime last night. The only hitch was that I didn’t really know the lyrics to the original song I was styling it after, so I didn’t get very far. Cole seemed to like the part I did sing (he was dancing at the edge of the tub), so I thought I would find the real lyrics and bend them to my own purpose.

I give you… Our New Bath Song. (When you sing it, think Pink)

You’re gonna take a bath so we better get this water started.
You’re gonna take a bath so we better get this water started.

Get the water started in the bathtub tonight.
Put the toys in. We can have a water fight.
We’ll soap up your hair and your butt and your toes.
Don’t suck any water up your cute little nose.
When you’re clean we’ll towell you off and get you all dry.
Then put on your jammies and go sleepy ni-ni.

You’re gonna take a bath so we better get this water started.
(Gonna take a bath, gonna take one)
You’re gonna take a bath so we better get this water started.

Anyway, I think you get the idea. I’m tapped for original lyrics for another few months I think. Not that these are world class in any sense. I like them just a bit better than Elmo lyrics, though (Take a bath. Take a bath. Taa-ake a baaath.)

Sep 28 2006

Lyrically Challenged

When I was little, I had a very difficult time with song lyrics. Usually, when hearing a new song, I would get most of the lyrics right, but then flub a line pretty awfully. The fact that the line would make little sense really made no difference to me and never served to clue me in.

A few good ones:

My sister and I were listening to the radio when a new Buick ad came on. What we heard “The great American road belongs to Pubic.” Honestly. And we had NO IDEA that pubic was a real word, and CERTAINLY had no idea what it meant. We just thought that was the name of the car company, having never heard of Buick. We ran into my mom’s bathroom, eager to show off the new ditty we could sing. When we were finished, she looked at us and, stifiling laughter, asked if we knew what pubic meant. We looked at each other, confused, and said no, except that it was a car company. She said ‘That’s Pubic!” and pointed down. I was so embarrased I thought I would be sick. It was the first of several that my family wouldn’t let me live down.

Later, I heard the song that has the lyrics “making love to the rythm of the ceiling fan”, except that, no. Not “ceiling fan” at all. Oh! “Steel drum band!” I see. I’m challenged, clearly.

The best was in late elementary/early high school- I can’t remember exactly when. I hadn’t heard much Elvis, and the song “Hound Dog” was fairly new to me. My mom and I were riding in the car when it came up on the radio. I started singing along and was going just fine, until my mom interrupted me to ask “what are you singing as the chorus?” I said “I ain’t nuthin’ but a Hound Dog, crappin’ on a tire.” Mm-hm. That’s really what I thought. She laughed hysterically, embarrassing me permanently again, and said “it’s Cryin’ all the time, not crappin’ on a tire! HAHAHAHAHA!!!”


Now I’ll get to see what lyrics Cole comes up with. He already loves music and will boogie at the slightest provocation.

My nephew has already come up with a good one, now that I think of it. For the song “Baby Beluga” he sings “…and a little white whale and a goat” when it should be “…and a little white whale on the go.” A whale and a goat is a more interesting image, I’ll give him that.