more commuter distraction
I like to write and sing parody songs. A lot of them are about our dog, a process we call shmookafication.
This morning, a fellow commuter who had made a bad lane decision inspired the following:
Crammed between two busses
Driving like a fool
Getting to work is tough
When you're dumber than a mule
I am particularly fond of that one and felt it needed sharing. I know the rest of you engage in this sort of thing as well. Feel free to share some of your best work.
This morning, a fellow commuter who had made a bad lane decision inspired the following:
Crammed between two busses
Driving like a fool
Getting to work is tough
When you're dumber than a mule
I am particularly fond of that one and felt it needed sharing. I know the rest of you engage in this sort of thing as well. Feel free to share some of your best work.
posted by sparklestone at 8:01 AM
17 Comments:
my personal favorite was written during a dog walk through our neighborhood late one evening:
(to the tune of "Do You Hear What I Hear", yes the Christmas Carol)
Do you smell what I smell?
(do you smell what I smell?)
Do you smell what I smell?
(do you smell what I smell?)
A joint, a joint
fatter than my thumb
we shall toke it until we can't see
we shall toke it until we can't see.
Wow...I do that song thing with bad drivers too.
Ode to the Buick
to the tune of Chuck Berry's
"No Particular Place To Go"
No particular place to go
I'm driving in my car real slow
He's got a hat, her hair is blue
With nothin' par-tic-u-lar to do
He is one hundred eighty five
I am not sure if he's alive
(repeat chorus as needed)
You're getting too close to my car to my car
You're getting to close to my car
You stupid punk
You're in my trunk
You're getting too close to my car
(Ain't gonna rain no more no more)
a parody on car sodomy
And MB wonders why so many people find her blog when they're looking for... something else. I mean really, who else could conjure up vehicular sodomy?
I have no rewritten songs, but I will share the birthday song I sing to myself each year.
Sung in a very slow, solemn, deep voice and a brief pause at the end of each line:
It’s your birthday
Happy birthday
Grief and misery and despair
People dying everywhere
On your birthday
Happy birthday
Underpants, your song is now stuck in my head.
laurenbove, that is great. whenever i encounter a bad driver i try to see the person so i know what category to assign them to, ie...old, religious nut, stoned, teen, etc. your guy is Category One.
marybishop, i gotta agree with sylow on this. a study of your writing shows that every 16th word is something sure to ensure perverted googlers.
however you are not the first to conjure up vehicular sodomy. great Freak Brothers comic from the 70's regarding just that.
sylow, sweet jesus do you really sing that to yourself? it explains some things. the damage that it has done to you is done. now I am concerned that your little ditty is gonna scare people away from my blog.
Since 1985 that song plays in my head EVERY time I hear about ANYONE having a birthday.
It's not something I share too often, so please don't be offended that after all these years I'm only alerting you to this now.
a friend in high school used to sing "shot through the crotch (duh duh), and you're to blame, baby you give love a blood stain". i had forgotten about that for a while now, can't really thank you for bringing it back to me.
bye bye
j
Yes , I court the pervs with my colorful language ( come on, *sodomy parody* looks good and sounds good) - today's blog is about erectile dysfunction -- pimping the limp so to speak.
I hope I forget your birthday song Sylow, I really hope I forget it or I'll be singing the same thing.
J, can't really thank YOU for bringing it to all of us. But why no mention of our kneeless buddy's version of James Taylor's Carolina?
marybishop knows I am jealous of all her google search hits and is trying to help me out by peppering my comments with her bawdy ways. no luck yet.
Wasn't there something about a squirrel and a nut? I once had a squirrel...
Yes my dear redballoon. A spontaneous instant classic written back in Jerusalem days. To the tune of Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown):
I once had a squirrel,
or should I say it once had me.
I gave it a nut,
isn't it good, stuck in its butt?
the Knack song "My Sharona" was forever ruined for me when my friend was singing along with it, but replaced the "My Sharona" part with "My Scrotum".
You'll never be able to listen to that song again without thinking of that.
You know, the Knack was on some british play it again show this week. Those guys are old and sucky now.
What are you talking about, Sylow? The Knack was the coolest band possible on that damned show. I was glad to see 'em and I'd watch 'em again! That cover of "Are you gonna be my girl" was hot.
Well, I didn't see the cover, I flipped to something better aftern they sang their own songs. I won't dispute they were the best band on the show, but that doesn't negate them being old and sucky.
Actually, I think Haddaway sounded the closest to his original hit. Not that I dig his music or anything. His voice just hasen't aged as much as the rest.
You can replace almost any song that says girl, with squirrel. My husband sang songs like this to me before we were married. It was endearing.
"The squirrel on the seesaw is laughing,4 love is the color"
Ok-I saw the Knack too-and yea Miss Marisol-they ROCKED! And the cover was great. Not bad for being old.
I thought the Knack had the knack that night. I didn't love their cover as much as I love the Jet version soverymuch.
Sylow...you should write for "They Might Be Giants" They'd love that one. Have you heard their song "older?" very excellent.
Hmmm Sparklestone...Category One? Do those in said category have a tendency towards Kamakaze maneuvers. I've noticed this propensity. It usually is accompanied by a involuntary mashing of my brake pedal and a few explitives my toddler is absorbing at an alarming rate.
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