Make. It. STOP!!!!!!
I've been driving poor Tom absolutely insane for days now with my near nonstop singing of Xmas songs.
Of course, I don't sing the correct lyrics, nor do I sing at a reasonable volume. I belt, I Patti LuPone my way through lyrics i don't know, and I turn perfectly wholesome lyrics into something foul and offensive:
"It's the holiday season!
So whoop de doo
and dickory dock
so why don't you come take
a seat on my c*ck..."
You get the idea.
The latest earworm is this gem, possibly the grooviest holiday song ever, from Promises, Promises, Burt Bacharach's one and only Bway musical. Without further ado, I give you the luscious Donna McKechnie and company rocking. it. out. in...
"Turkey Lurkey Time"
Of course, I don't sing the correct lyrics, nor do I sing at a reasonable volume. I belt, I Patti LuPone my way through lyrics i don't know, and I turn perfectly wholesome lyrics into something foul and offensive:
"It's the holiday season!
So whoop de doo
and dickory dock
so why don't you come take
a seat on my c*ck..."
You get the idea.
The latest earworm is this gem, possibly the grooviest holiday song ever, from Promises, Promises, Burt Bacharach's one and only Bway musical. Without further ado, I give you the luscious Donna McKechnie and company rocking. it. out. in...
"Turkey Lurkey Time"