A crazy fun thing that I have done since the 80s is something I like to call “making up different lyrics to popular songs and singing them constantly much to the delight of others.” A close second to this tradition is singing anything current in a loud, drawn out operetic voice. But that’s a whole ‘nother blog post.
My first introduction to the time honored tradition of lyric modification was to Boston’s 90s song “Amanda”
I’m gonna take you by surprise and poke out both your eyes
I’m gonna tell you right away to jump into the bay
I’m gonna stand like a man and cut off both your hands
…and so on.
Well, it seems I have successfully passed along this tradition to a whole new generation of song slayers. Here’s what my offspring are constantly singing in and out of the car:
Stop and stare/I think I see a polar bear/no, that’s just Sibling in white underwear/
I’ve become very frightened
(I know. Such a weak ending, but still fun to belt out on the way to practice, beach, church…)
And another one:
I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with (your mom)
They try & pull me away
But they don’t know (your mom)
My hearts crippled by the cass-er-ole that you’ve frozen
You cut me open and I keep gushing, I keep keep gushing blood.
(Remember, these were compiled by 9-13 year olds)
And the ever useful:
It’s toooo laaaaaate to (eat dessert/go outside/change your seat/watch TV)
It’s toooooooo laaaaaaaaaaaaaate!
Oh they LOOOOOVE when I break into that one. Which is several times daily.
This next one is an older song with a newer current rendition, courtesy of the 9 year old:
I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly
Though it’s not easy to tell you good-bye
So I’ll make a wish, take a chance, make a change,
And break a wind.
Any more wrong songs out there?