I got well sick and tired of Jolene so now I sing
“A blessing on your head, Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov
To see a daughter wed, Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov
And such a son-in-law like no one ever saw
The tailor Motel Camzoil, Motel
A worthy boy is he, Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov
Of pious family, Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov
They named him after my dear uncle Mordachai
The tailor Motel Camzoil”
Anyone else change it up?
I don’t have a hand washing song. However, when my power toothbrush died, I selected a “toothbrushing song”. The thing takes just about 30 seconds to sing (in my head), so I sing it one time for each of the four quadrants of my mouth. What is it? The Ode to Joy from Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony:
*Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder
Was die Mode streng geteilt*;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder*
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt. *
I’m gonna scrub that virus off-a my hands
I’m gonna scrub that virus off-a my hands
I’m gonna scrub that virus off-a my hands
And send it on it’s way
There’s a, I’m guessing, traditional Brazilian or Portuguese children’s song about hand washing, that a jingle writer did a catchy cover of, and I’m in love with it.
Lava as mãos!
I’m obsessed with this and I can’t find it anywhere else so I uploaded it to YouTube
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Lyrics:
One washes the other, one washes
Wash the other, wash one hand
Wash your other hand, wash your hand
Wash your other hand, wash one
After playing on the sand floor all afternoon
Before eating, drinking, licking, picking up the bottle
Wash a hand
Wash your other hand, wash one
Wash your other hand, wash one
The disease goes away with the dirt
Worm, bacteria send away under the tap
Water one
Water the other, water the hand
Water to another, water to one
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
At the edge of the sink, tank, spout, basin, bathtub
Wash a hand
Hand, hand, hand
Water a hand
Wash your other hand, wash your hand
Wash the other, wash one
I would use a nursery rhyme before all this began. The one about the 3 vision impaired rodents and the sadistic agrarian spouse and the one about the oversleeping religious fellow were the two I usually used. Now I do them twice relatively fast. Two stanzas of the little girl stalked by her ovine pet works also.
'tis a gift to be simple
'tis a gift to be free
'tis a gift to come down where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves in a place just right
We shall be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained
to bow and to bend we will not be ashamed
to turn, turn, will be our delight
'til by turning, turning we come round right.
Space, the final frontier
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise
It’s continuing mission
To explore strange new worlds
To seek out new life and new civilizations
To boldly go where no one has gone before
Because, I’ve GOT TO, Mister.
Oh
I want a new soap, one that won’t make me sick
One that won’t make me wreck my car
Or make me feel thick as a fucking brick
I want a new soap, one that won’t hurt my hands
One that won’t make my nails too rough
Or make my sad for my glands
One that won’t make me nervous
Wondering what to do
One that makes me feel like I feel when I’m washing you
And you’re scrubbing me too
I want a new soap, one that won’t slime
One that don’t cost too much
Or waste my time
I want a new soap, one that won’t wash away
One that won’t keep me nervous all night
One that won’t make me crap all day
One that won’t make me nervous
Wondering what to do
One that makes me feel like I feel when I’m sudsing you
I’m still sudsing you
I’m still sudsing you, baby
I want a new soap, one that does what it should
One that won’t make me feel too bad
One that won’t make me feel too good
I want a new soap, one with no doubt
One that won’t make me sneeze too much
Or make my face break out
One that won’t make me nervous
Wondering what to do
One that makes me feel like I feel when I’m scrubbing you
I’m scrubbing you
You’re scrubbing me too, yeah, yeah