An old song based on this
scene from Mary Poppins that I told
melissa may I'd post a long time ago.
My friend Matt used to bring his Tascam 4-track recorder to my house for the weekend (or I'd go to his, that's why this is "skunk and the fat man take two"--skunk and the fat man being two action figures he kept on his TV from something or other; although the lyrics are from an earlier, uh, session) and we'd record/write music, watch movies, and go out to bars (among other things). This one's from about 1996.
The lyrics are mostly from a bar conversation between Matt, myself, and my roommate at the time (John, the mechanical engineering PhD student, although he didn't have a paddle for an arm, that's just what it looks like to me when you have your hand in your pit to keep it warm when it is cold and I answer the door at 3am when you come home; by the way, he was the first person I ever knew to mention
merkins and came up with the chorus, for some reason, which made sense at the time). There are also things that were going on at that exact moment ("Block it out and send out for a pizza." and "Ding dong here comes John..."), and things that were running through my head that seemed relevant ("This is no waste of time."). Of course, there are also words there just to make sure things rhyme/fit the timing of the cadence.
"Good times, great times," as Jerri Blank used to say.
Lyrics:
I love tea parties on the ceiling, macaroons and brine. Ding dong here comes John with a paddle for an arm. This is no waste of time, lace doilies on your counter. We're all dressed up like heads of a Nevada cult. I don't love you since you ate my dog. I don't love you since you ate my dog.
Put on your pussy wig we'll dance a jig at 3 a.m. We'll sit on mountain tops and freeze our toes in fields of valium. I don't love you since you ate my dog. I don't love you since you ate my dog. I don't love you since you ate my dog. I don't love you since you ate my dog.
Blast off was short, the Japanese girl has chlamydia. Block it out and send out for a pizza. We watched the tires roll; Bartholomew interjected, "It's nothing like the candle on my toilet." I don't love you since you ate my dog. I don't love you since you ate my dog.
"I don't love you since you ate my dog" is still the best country lyric ever, though, and it still brings a tear to my eye that all the percussion came from kitchen implements.
posted by melissa may at 12:30 AM on December 7, 2007