Well, my g/f and I were introducing her youngest boy to the joys of the shower experience over the Thanksgiving Day weekend and I imparted a bit of advice my mom gave me at a similar point in my life: Do the Hokie-Pokie!
“You put your left foot in, you put your left out, you put your left foot in and you shake it all about.”
He LOVED it! It seemed to quell his fears of the drain monster and such. But wouldn’t you know it, now I can’t seem to shower now without humming it at least, actually belting it out at worst.
So my poll for everyone is:
Do you have a favorite or amusing shower song or story?
Old Man River
Time and Again
Sweet Georgia Brown
Octopus’s Garden
The song that most often comes into my head in the shower (and thus the one that gets sung most often there) is Lord, I Hope This Day Is Good. I almost never have it in my head while dry, but once I step under the water spray, there it is.
I love to belt out “Cryin” by Aerosmith, using my loofah as a makeshift microphone.
It sounds great with the echo.
Anything from South Pacific
Hold the Line by Toto.
Traveling Man or Till it Shines by Bob Seger.
Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues, by Bob Dylan.
“When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez, and its Easter time too…”
Witch - thats kinda freaky - Cryin is my prefered shower choice too (you’re absolutely right about the acoustics of the shower being perfect for it)
Sometimes for a change though i sing With or Without You by U2, that works pretty good too.
An ex-girlfriend once caught me singing “Lady in Red” by Chris de Burgh, which she seemed to find outrageously funny.
“I Fought the Law” or “Police on My Back” by the Clash.*
*The Clash did their versions of the original songs, which were by Sony Curtis (the Bobby Fuller Four) and Eddy Grant (The Equals), respectively.
But as I’m more familiar with how the Clash sang 'em, it’s the Clash I sound like when I sing 'em.
Really.
I do.
Frank Sinatra’s “Little Girl Blue”
Ella Fitzgerald’s “I Can’t Give You Anything but Love” and “Body and Soul”
Neko Case’s “I Wish I Was the Moon”
[hijack]Spiff, where did you get your sig?[/hijack]
Funny, garius, I caught myself belting out a little Chris DeBurgh in the shower myself a few days ago.
Generally I sing whatever album is in heavy rotation on my computer. Lately I’ve been singing “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart” off Wilco’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. “Jesus, Etc.” pops up from time to time, too.
Well I don’t sing many songs specifically pertaining to showering, though I do sometimes sing I Wish I Were A Little Bar Of Soap. I tend to sing songs in the shower I would never sing around other people. I must’ve watched something having to do with opera lately, as I’ve been singing The Marriage Of Figaro (I think that’s the correct title) and I don’t really know many of the words. Since it’s sung with gusto and I ad-lib liberally I’m sure it’s horrendous, but I enjoy it!
I always sing “Just a spoon full of sugar” while I’m in the shower. I have no idea why.
Kaspar Hauser was a feral child, found outside of Nürnberg, Germany in 1828, when he was about 16 years old. He could barley walk upright, and could say very little, thanks to his unknown keeper(s) who kept him locked in a small and dark room for his entire childhood.
When he was let go by his captor(s) (he had a letter of introduction stuffed into his jacket pocket), Kaspar stumbled into Nürnberg, where he was taken to the local authorities, where he repeatedly said, “Ein Reiter will ich werden, wie mein Vater einer war” (I want to be a rider like my father was). Kaspar answered all questions with “woiß nit” (I dunno). He seemed to be stuck on the level of a three or four year old, yet, when given paper and pencil, he wrote the name “Kaspar Hauser.”
Why he could say “I want to be a rider like my father was” and little else when he was found, is a mystery. It may be that somebody (his father?) taught the phrase to him so he could be accepted into the army (the letter of introduction found in Kaspar’s pocket was addressed to the local army captain). Kaspar did eventually develop passable language skills, however, and managed to write a short autobiography.
Not to hijack the thread or anything, but that’s the damndest story I’ve ever heard!
Oh, wow. That’s too weird, Spiff. I was just about to post my love for singing Suzanne Vega songs in the shower, particulary Wooden Horse, and you post that story. I didn’t know the song had such meaning. Thanks!
[sub]The shower lends perfect accoustics to the song, especially the “And I fell under/A moving peice of sun/Freedom” lines.[/sub]
mostly camp songs like
“The Chicken Song” (“C, that’s the way it begins…”) which is the perfect length for deep-conditioning
or
“The Titanic Song” (“They built the ship Titanic to sail the ocean blue…”)
(yea, they probably have other names but I don’t know what they are)
and a heavily Mondegreened version of a Weezer song.
Box of Rain or Tumblin’ Dice. Fortunately, no one can hear me (or have been too polite to mention it) 