Don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear...
Just sing, sing a song. The Carpenters.
In my family, it started with my aunt. While rocking my cousins to sleep, she would sing lullabyes. But in order to continue the conversation, she would sing whatever it was she wanted to say to us instead of the actual lullabye lyrics. She'd sing "would you get me a cup of coffee" or "grab that ashtray over there" or even "pick me up some tomatoes when you go to the grocery." The babies never noticed as long as the pitch, cadence and melody were appropriate.
When my nieces and nephews were born, we continued the tradition, in a manner of speaking. We changed the lyrics of not only lullabyes but popular songs to suit whatever situation was occurring. And we'd often sing to entertain each other, not just to rock babies to sleep,.
Now I know that we're not alone in doing this. "Weird Al" Yankovic is well known for his song parodies and in the world of Fandom this is known as filking. But our repetoire has become quite extensive. Please believe me when I tell you that we have a song for practically every thing you can think of. EVERY Situation. From diarrhea to distemper to disco fever, from arguments to zebras we have it covered.
So, some time ago, while chatting with a friend, and fellow fen, we happened to discuss filking. And I told him about our family's various compositions. He didn't believe me. He challenged me saying, "I'll bet you don't have a song about wearing underwear." And as the smile began to spread across my face (for OF COURSE we have a song about underwear - that's easy), he quickly added, "ON YOUR HEAD"
I immediately rendered him speechless with the following ditty (or with my performance, I'm not sure which is more awe inspiring):
(to the tune of "Popeye the Sailor Man, appropriately sung while wearing underwear on your head)
(with apologies)
I'm Popeye the Panty-head Man.
I wear panties whenever I can.
I've worn bras, slips and garters
since I grew out of my Carter's.
I'm Popeye the Panty-head Man.
Toot-toot.
In my family, it started with my aunt. While rocking my cousins to sleep, she would sing lullabyes. But in order to continue the conversation, she would sing whatever it was she wanted to say to us instead of the actual lullabye lyrics. She'd sing "would you get me a cup of coffee" or "grab that ashtray over there" or even "pick me up some tomatoes when you go to the grocery." The babies never noticed as long as the pitch, cadence and melody were appropriate.
When my nieces and nephews were born, we continued the tradition, in a manner of speaking. We changed the lyrics of not only lullabyes but popular songs to suit whatever situation was occurring. And we'd often sing to entertain each other, not just to rock babies to sleep,.
Now I know that we're not alone in doing this. "Weird Al" Yankovic is well known for his song parodies and in the world of Fandom this is known as filking. But our repetoire has become quite extensive. Please believe me when I tell you that we have a song for practically every thing you can think of. EVERY Situation. From diarrhea to distemper to disco fever, from arguments to zebras we have it covered.
So, some time ago, while chatting with a friend, and fellow fen, we happened to discuss filking. And I told him about our family's various compositions. He didn't believe me. He challenged me saying, "I'll bet you don't have a song about wearing underwear." And as the smile began to spread across my face (for OF COURSE we have a song about underwear - that's easy), he quickly added, "ON YOUR HEAD"
I immediately rendered him speechless with the following ditty (or with my performance, I'm not sure which is more awe inspiring):
(to the tune of "Popeye the Sailor Man, appropriately sung while wearing underwear on your head)
(with apologies)
I'm Popeye the Panty-head Man.
I wear panties whenever I can.
I've worn bras, slips and garters
since I grew out of my Carter's.
I'm Popeye the Panty-head Man.
Toot-toot.
posted by Queen of the Universe @ 9:22 PM
2 Comments:
At 8:53 AM,
Anonymous said…
My family does the same thing. When my boys kept gettin jellyfish stings on their privates (ouch!) at the beach last year, my dad had some diaper rash stuff he loaned us as first aid so we made up this song in his honor. BTW, it helps to know that DS2's name for his penis is his "winkus".
(To the tune of "My Darling Clementine)
Dr. Winkus, Dr. Winkus,
The Alber Schweitzer of the sea!
Dr. Winkus loves to help us
And gives us meeedicine we need.
The jelly fish all run for cover
When Dr. Wiiiiinkus does appear.
For they know that it is hopeless
To sting aaaaanybody's rear!
At 9:42 AM,
Queen of the Universe said…
OMG that'd be so funny if it wasn't so sad about the need for that song. But you have me beat. We have never had a song about penis stinging jellyfish and their cure. Thank you so much for sharing and brightening my day.
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