Woke up late this mornin’
Duh Dah Duh Da Duh
But it didn’t matter none.
Duh Dah Duh Da Duh
Cause I don’t got jack to do.
Duh Dah Duh Da Duh
and dyin’s no fun.
Duh Dah Duh Da Duh
So I sent Uncle Cecil a question.
Duh Dah Duh Da Duh.
Hoping he could set me right.
Duh Dah Duh Da Duh.
But I just got a pre-formulated thank-you-very-much missive.
Duh Dah Duh Da Duh.
And that won’t get me through the night.
Yes I got the blues… Them low-down no response from the Master, stinking Blues…
My postcount’s palindromic
Ba bum ba ba bum
Or it is right now
Ba bum ba ba bum
Pretty soon it won’t be
Ba bum ba ba bum
And then I’ll look dumb
Ba bum ba ba bum
Bragging about my postcount of 1441
Ba bum ba ba bum
Oh, I got the Palindromic Postcount Blues!
Yeah, 'cause my postcount will rise
But the posts don’t change, no never
Yeah!
(Damn, that was bad.)
To the tune of ‘Tell Him’ by the Exciters:
I know something about dope,
I wanna post real bad.
It’s something in my blood,
I need my Cecil.
I just want him to,
find the word with -gry,
I just want him to,
tell me how planes fly
Tell me,
tell me,
tell me right now.
Ever since the world began,
it’s been that way dopers and Cecil were created.
To make truth their destiny,
and eschew idiocy,
and drive ignorance from these places.
I know something about dope,
I wanna post real bad.
It’s something in my blood,
I need my Cecil.
I just want him to,
find the word with -gry,
I just want him to,
tell me how planes fly
Tell me,
tell me,
tell me right now.
I got me a man in grad school
And he’s so dissatisfied
Says he wishes his chair and committee members
Would just up and go on and die!
'Cause he’s got those
Looooooow down ugly
Piled higher and deeper
Dissertation blues!
And I’m singin’ them too
(Let me tell ya baby!)
‘Cause it ain’t no fun right now
Livin’ in the same house with you . . .
Oh, yeah, let me tell you baby,
My man gots those ugly
/guitar riff here/
Dissertation blues . . . .
Well I opened the Straight Dope
Ba da da dum dum
This morning at work
And there was this blues thread
Ba da da dum dum
I read with a snerk
Ba da da dum dum
I splorted my coffee
Ba da da dum dum
All over my screen
And all my cow orkers
Ba da da dum dum
Were acting so mean
Ba da da dum dum
When they heard me giggling
Ba da da dum dum
In my cubicle
They thought that I finally
Ba da da dum dum
Was certifiable….
Well I got them Straight Dope’s gonna get me shitcanned blues….
I was okay until the last line, and then I pulled a Myron and almost had a burst of hysterics in my workplace.
Incidentally, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins recorded a song called Constipation Blues. It’s…interesting…
“Gotta pain down deep inside
That cannot be denied,
Let it go…”
It is my day off
da da da dum
I want to go to the beach
da da da dum
but is is cold
da da da dum
And it is raining again,
da da da dum
And the beach is closed,
da da da dum
Got too much E.coli at the beach again
da da da dum
Cause it has rain’d daily for 3 weeks
why does it always rain on my day off,
oh, Lord,
why does it always rain on my day off?