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Dec. 6th, 2005 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ivyficTonight the chore of laundry was made even more unbearable by 106.7 - Lite FM, pumped into our laundry room 'round the clock and playing non-stop Christmas music. You know, they wouldn't broadcast this stuff if someone, or more accurately lots of someones, didn't like it. *glares at someones*
So, if you are as disgusted as me, the next time you're in the mall and you hear the "dulcet" tones of Celine Dion breaking into Walking in a Winter Wonderland, sing these lyrics instead:
Lacy things the wife is missin'
Didn't ask her permission
I'm wearing her clothes,
Her silk pantyhose
Walking 'round in women's underwear
In the store there's a teddy
With little straps like spaghetti
It holds me so tight
Like handcuffs at night
Walking 'round in women's underwear
In the office there's a guy named Melvin
He pretends that I am Murphy brown
He'll say 'Are you ready?'
We'll say whoa man
Let's wait until the wife is out of town
Later on if you wanna
We can dress like Madonna
Put on some eyeshade
And join the parade
Walking 'round in women's underwear
by the inimitable Bob Rivers
Yes, I do have a recording of this.
You want to know what's even more disturbing? When I googled the lyrics, do you know what the first link that came up was? A Stargate Daniel/Jack fanfic. I am sad for my fandom.
So, if you are as disgusted as me, the next time you're in the mall and you hear the "dulcet" tones of Celine Dion breaking into Walking in a Winter Wonderland, sing these lyrics instead:
Lacy things the wife is missin'
Didn't ask her permission
I'm wearing her clothes,
Her silk pantyhose
Walking 'round in women's underwear
In the store there's a teddy
With little straps like spaghetti
It holds me so tight
Like handcuffs at night
Walking 'round in women's underwear
In the office there's a guy named Melvin
He pretends that I am Murphy brown
He'll say 'Are you ready?'
We'll say whoa man
Let's wait until the wife is out of town
Later on if you wanna
We can dress like Madonna
Put on some eyeshade
And join the parade
Walking 'round in women's underwear
by the inimitable Bob Rivers
Yes, I do have a recording of this.
You want to know what's even more disturbing? When I googled the lyrics, do you know what the first link that came up was? A Stargate Daniel/Jack fanfic. I am sad for my fandom.
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Date: 2005-12-07 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-07 03:56 pm (UTC)The dirty rotten creep who had the nerve to change the sign
For I have two black eyes and one high heel up my behind
Now I can't sit in comfort or joy
Boy oh boy
No, I'll never sit in comfort or joy.
(To the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen")
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Date: 2005-12-07 07:12 pm (UTC)Also, it's still better than the Nassau St. Candy, Cones and Chaos store, which plays nothing but candy-themed music during open hours. And people have to work there!