It’s Not All Mary Poppins

You mis-heard it here

I tweeted this, but it bears repeating.

Jazz and Grace, chanting the familiar rhyme. Many of you know it, I’m sure. It goes like this:

FIVE little monkeys
Jumping on the bed.
ONE fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor, the doctor said,
“No more monkeys jumping on the bed!”

Next verse, FOUR little monkeys, etc., etc.

Only yesterday, when Jazz and Grace sang it, the doctor’s prescription was slightly different.

Mama called the doctor, the doctor said…


Well, really.
I should say so.

November 4, 2011 Posted by | Grace, Jazz, the things they say! | , , , , | 4 Comments

Lyrics are challenging things

Heard here. Today. All of them.

Emily manages the occasional lyrical mangling, generally pretty entertaining. “Hit the ground, Jack, and never come back no more, no more, no more, no more…”

Or this one (from before the holiday): “Hark a herald angel sings, ‘Glory be! A new-born king.’ ” (One hears an echo of the south in this Canadian girl… who has never ventured further in that direction than Albany. New York.)

Entertaining as those may be, it is Tyler who is the Undisputed King of Mangled Lyrics.

“Winkle, winkle, little star…”

Okay, not too far-fetched, but hang on, it gets better…

“The more we get a-gether, a-gether, a-gether, the more we get a-gether, the fatter we’ll be…” I don’t know about your holiday feasting, but that’s pretty true of the state of the waistlines around here…

But the piece de la resistance, the cream of the crop, the ultimate in lyric-warping…

“Don’t worry, pee happy, every little thing, got a penis right…”

Bob would be so proud.

January 4, 2011 Posted by | Emily, the things they say!, Tyler | , , , | 2 Comments