sing, sing a song
I am something of a singin' fool. (Yes, the apostrophe is required for that phrase.)
I am fairly good at spontaneously making up lyrics to songs. Being a parent is a constant source of inspiration for silly little ditties, such as The Pipster's previous hit single "Messy Babies (Put a Bib On It)". But there are many more.
The Husband does not appreciate his chanteuse spouse overmuch. The only song he really likes is my "Sunday Bloody Sunday" parody, which has developed further as teething wears on.
I can't believe my kid today
she kept me up all night and now she wants to play
how long? how long must I sing this song?
how long how lonnnnnnnnnng...
oh tonight
can I get some sleep toniiiiiiight
broken skin where she gnawed on me
bleary eyed making my coffee
with the baby carrier on
it puts my back up
puts my back up against her front
Pippa, teething Pippa...
Also I think he's ok with my version of "What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor", "What Shall We Do With a Kid Who Won't Sleep." Notable because you can leave the main refrain of "Hey ho up she rises early in the morning" completely unchanged.
But most of the time I think it gets on his nerves. "Why does everything have to be a song?" is a common gripe. Maybe I should get a loud outfit and pursue a career as an irritating children's songstress. Especially songs about going to the potty. It seems like a fair number of potty-training parents are absolutely desperate and will try anything. I could sell them CDs. CDs full of songs about potty training which would run over and over in their minds. Songs which the child would start singing loudly in restaurants and churches. Songs that would make me the richest and most hated person since the Wiggles!
To the tune of "George Of the Jungle":
Kid, kid, kid on the potty
Smart as s/he can be
Kid, kid, kid on the potty
Watch out for that pee!
To the tune of "Lime in the Coconut":
You put your bum on the potty
and you let it all out x4
I said [two syllable name]!
Ain't there nothing you can do
I said [name]!
To let out a little poo x 2
I just need to figure out some way to turn this joke into a song.
Q: Ordinarily you're [nationality], but what are you on the way to the bathroom?
A: Russian!
Q: And what are you in the bathroom?
A: European!
I am fairly good at spontaneously making up lyrics to songs. Being a parent is a constant source of inspiration for silly little ditties, such as The Pipster's previous hit single "Messy Babies (Put a Bib On It)". But there are many more.
The Husband does not appreciate his chanteuse spouse overmuch. The only song he really likes is my "Sunday Bloody Sunday" parody, which has developed further as teething wears on.
I can't believe my kid today
she kept me up all night and now she wants to play
how long? how long must I sing this song?
how long how lonnnnnnnnnng...
oh tonight
can I get some sleep toniiiiiiight
broken skin where she gnawed on me
bleary eyed making my coffee
with the baby carrier on
it puts my back up
puts my back up against her front
Pippa, teething Pippa...
Also I think he's ok with my version of "What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor", "What Shall We Do With a Kid Who Won't Sleep." Notable because you can leave the main refrain of "Hey ho up she rises early in the morning" completely unchanged.
But most of the time I think it gets on his nerves. "Why does everything have to be a song?" is a common gripe. Maybe I should get a loud outfit and pursue a career as an irritating children's songstress. Especially songs about going to the potty. It seems like a fair number of potty-training parents are absolutely desperate and will try anything. I could sell them CDs. CDs full of songs about potty training which would run over and over in their minds. Songs which the child would start singing loudly in restaurants and churches. Songs that would make me the richest and most hated person since the Wiggles!
To the tune of "George Of the Jungle":
Kid, kid, kid on the potty
Smart as s/he can be
Kid, kid, kid on the potty
Watch out for that pee!
To the tune of "Lime in the Coconut":
You put your bum on the potty
and you let it all out x4
I said [two syllable name]!
Ain't there nothing you can do
I said [name]!
To let out a little poo x 2
I just need to figure out some way to turn this joke into a song.
Q: Ordinarily you're [nationality], but what are you on the way to the bathroom?
A: Russian!
Q: And what are you in the bathroom?
A: European!