Primero… it concerns me that birth control pill commercials are using Twisted Sister music in the background. Sure, “We’re Not Gonna Take It” is the chant I use myself during my monthly cramping. I sing myself to sweet with it’s deeply haunting lullaby whilst pressing a heating pad so far into my gut that my lower back has a temperature.
Segundo… on a regular basis some random song is stuck into the cobwebs of my brain. For three straight weeks it’s been a song by Gilbert and Sullivan. I am the very model of a modern general. Why, God? I honestly wish I could make up some clever lyrics to it and change it. All I could come up with was the very un-iambic pentameterish I am the very model of a modern mocha momma-ma. It’s got all the beats when I sing it, that’s for sure.
Tercero… this goes without saying and I’m certain it’s not the first time I’ve ever mentioned it, but after the week I’ve had I would like to publicly state: NOT FOR ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD WOULD I WANT TO BE A 15 YEAR OLD GIRL AGAIN.
There. I feel better. Still humming, though…
March 13, 2008 @ 3:11 pm | Filed under Everyday Mundane | Permalink |
Caffeinated Librarian Said,
March 13, 2008 @ 5:32 pm
Oh no.
No, you didn’t intentionally ASK, nay…BEG for someone to offer up other songs to replace the G&S tune.
Luckily, here I am, on duty to help you out.
How about:
“All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go…
I’m standing here outside your door.
I hate to wake you up…to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’…it’s early morn
The taxi’s waiting…it’s blowing it’s horn
Already I’m so lonesome I could dieeeeeee
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
Cause I’m leeeeeaving on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh Babe, I hate to goooooo….”
Caffeinated Librarian Said,
March 13, 2008 @ 5:52 pm
No? How about:
“I come home in the morning light
My mother says ‘when you going to live your life right?’
Oh momma dear, we’re not the fortunate ones
And girls…they want to have fu-un
Oh girls just want to have fuuuuun
The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells ‘what you gonna do with your life?’
Oh daddy dear, you know you’re still number one
But girls..they want to have fun-un
Oh girls just wanna have..
That’s all they really waaaaaaaant
Some fuuuuuun….”
Or my favorite line:
“Somebodys take a beautiful girl
And hides her away from the rest of the world.
I wanna be the one to WALK IN THE SUN!
Oh girls…they want to have fun…”
Caffeinated Librarian Said,
March 13, 2008 @ 6:02 pm
Or apparently Dave2 is singing songs from Annie on Twitter. I’m sure he’d be happy to help you….
Daisy Said,
March 13, 2008 @ 6:54 pm
There’s a name for this. It’s called an earworm. so on that note –
Inch worm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic will probably go far…
Inch worm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you’d stop and see how beautiful they are.
(2 and 2 are 4, 4 and 4 are 8, 8 and 8 are 16, 16 and 16 are 32…)
Lara Said,
March 13, 2008 @ 11:02 pm
clearly it should be “modern mocha mommela,” because isn’t that what your gorgeous first-born calls you sometimes? and wouldn’t that just so nicely fix the syllable problem?
i am so smart! S-M-R-T…
VENTL8R Said,
March 14, 2008 @ 5:58 am
I usually have something mundane like Gary Numans’ “Cars”
Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It’s the only way to live
In cars
duh nuh *crash* duh nuh nuh nuh *crash*
Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days
In cars
duh nuh *crash* duh nuh nuh nuh *crash*
doot doot doot do do do doot doot doot do doot
doot doot doot do do do do….do….dootdootdoot!
*ducks out of the way*
Wayspooled Said,
March 14, 2008 @ 8:56 am
Hope I don’t get a hate-o-gram for this but I’ve had this stuck in my head before. Not sure it’s a good cure for your song but …. Maybe this one will shock it out of your head
She was afraid to come out of the locker
She was as nervous as she could be
She was afraid to come out of the locker
She was afraid that somebody would see
One, two, three, four, tell the people what she wore
[ It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today.
An itsy bitsy teentie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini ]
So in the locker she wanted to stay.
Two, three, four, stick around we’ll tell you more
Domestic Chicky Said,
March 27, 2008 @ 2:54 pm
Now I have “Modern Major General” stuck in my head - thanks for the earworm!
And welcome to twitter!!
Deanna