Video| Choir Room
[Ms. Berry herp derping around in the choir room, at the piano, not realizing she's recording anything. Of course, this isn't for her usual warm up and showtune practice, oh no. Rachel Berry has had the most brilliant idea that she could ever come up with.
She is writing a song.
The idea came to her last night, in bed. As she lay there, staring at the ceiling, she couldn't help thinking about her dads. She truly misses them, and it's slowly getting harder to remember them. Typically, Rachel would find a song and sing her homesick heart out. But, in case you haven't noticed, there aren't too many songs about the bond between a young girl and her two jewish fathers.
Man, this was much easier with Brad. Now she actually has to play and sing. At the same time. Of course, this is Rachel we're talking about, so you can imagine that didn't take her too long to learn.
She's pretty proud of her song so far, and decides to sing it out;
My (Gay) Dads
Oh, do you remember
The special times we had?
Oh how I love my fathers
And they make me oh so glad
because
Spinning the dreidel isn't fun to do alone,
From when you rocked my little pink cradle,
Till we said our last "Shalom!",
And I hate to think that I'll be spending this year's
Rash- Hashanah on my own,
Oh the times I've had
with my gay dads,
When you took me shopping for my first training bra
back in tenth grade,
When we watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's"
and you sent me off on my first date,
When people stared at us in the mall
when you got mad that Claire's wasn't open late,
So we got thrown out
We got thrown out, Yeah!
Oh how time goes by
I really wish that I
were with my gay dads.
[Yes, she just unintentionally sent her "brilliant" future Grammy nominee through the mansion. You're welcome.]
She is writing a song.
The idea came to her last night, in bed. As she lay there, staring at the ceiling, she couldn't help thinking about her dads. She truly misses them, and it's slowly getting harder to remember them. Typically, Rachel would find a song and sing her homesick heart out. But, in case you haven't noticed, there aren't too many songs about the bond between a young girl and her two jewish fathers.
Man, this was much easier with Brad. Now she actually has to play and sing. At the same time. Of course, this is Rachel we're talking about, so you can imagine that didn't take her too long to learn.
She's pretty proud of her song so far, and decides to sing it out;
My (Gay) Dads
Oh, do you remember
The special times we had?
Oh how I love my fathers
And they make me oh so glad
because
Spinning the dreidel isn't fun to do alone,
From when you rocked my little pink cradle,
Till we said our last "Shalom!",
And I hate to think that I'll be spending this year's
Rash- Hashanah on my own,
Oh the times I've had
with my gay dads,
When you took me shopping for my first training bra
back in tenth grade,
When we watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's"
and you sent me off on my first date,
When people stared at us in the mall
when you got mad that Claire's wasn't open late,
So we got thrown out
We got thrown out, Yeah!
Oh how time goes by
I really wish that I
were with my gay dads.
[Yes, she just unintentionally sent her "brilliant" future Grammy nominee through the mansion. You're welcome.]