I butcher song lyrics. It started back in 1977 when my mother thought Under Cover Angel was “Chocolate Covered Engine.” I’m still dumbfounded why Manfred Mann sang about a douche. In the wee hours when I can’t sleep I sing lyrics in my head. Sometime at about 3:00 AM today I was punch drunk and started singing Deck the Halls. Here’s a glimpse at what my brain cells are doing when they have the whole run of the gray matter that houses them.
Alternate versions of the Deck the Halls chorus:
Bowser: Sha na na na na, na na na nah!
Artistic toddler: Crayola la la la la, la la la lah!
Whiner: Wah wah wah wah wah, wah wah wah wah!
Chachi: Wa wa wa wa wa, wa wa wa wah!
Cheerleader: Rah rah rah rah rah, rah rah rah rah!
Comedic genius: Ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha hah!
Disinterested teenager: Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah!
Victoria’s Secret worker: Bra bra bra bra bra, bra bra bra brah!
So tell me, what alternate endings will you sing while caroling with the neighbors this year?
Whenever I don’t know any I just mumble with a big smile and no one seems to notice!
Ha! If you mouth the words “Mickey Mouse, Mini Mouse” over and over again it will look just like you are singing.
A Christmas Story: fra ra ra ra ra fra ra ra raaa
(if I spelled that right?!?!)