In the Giftshop Jingle

[artemisann9]

A Jingle I wrote to amuse myself...

"In the Giftshop"

To the tune of Elvis Presley's "In the Ghetto"

As the tour ends
On a hot and humid Houston day
Another child was led away
To the giftshop
And his mother cries
Cause if theres one thing that she don't need
Its to have to chase her whining seed
Through the giftshop

People don't you understand
That child needs to be giftshop banned
Or with a bunch of junk he'll come away
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
That though the prices are absurd
It will all break, rest assured...

Well the aisles loom
And an enraptured little boy with his mother's purse
Arms full, creates a pitch to rehearse
In the giftshop

He finds a mummy tomb
And as he covets its tinsel shroud
He learns how to steal
He learns to be loud
In the giftshop

Then one moment in a bratty whim
The little boy breaks away
He pulls down shelves, the tourists stare
He runs for the door but he don't get there
And his mother cries

As the crowd gathers round the angry little boy
Who wrecked havoc 'cause he couldn't buy a toy
In the giftshop

As her bad boy lies
On a hot and humid Houston day
Another little child just chanced to stray
To the giftshop