Wasted away again in Tangentville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim AutumnDay is to blame,
But I know it's TooMuchCoffeeMan's fault.
Cocunut Song? I *LOVE* that song. We have a long history of conga dances in our house. I often lead the kids up to the bathtub with a conga dance. We used to sing "La Cucaracha" with Russian words "Para Kupatza." Which means "Time for a bath." Then we added Coconut Song to the mix. Why is it in 1971/2 the Coconut Song always seemed to be followed by "I Can See Clearly Now (the Rain is Gone)?"
For all the ParrotHeads out there, how 'bout another drinking song (since alcohol had so little to do with our spouse's choices):
Twenty degrees and the hockey games on.
Nobody cares; they are way too far gone,
screamin' "Boat drinks," somethin'
to keep them all warm.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer.
I think I got cabin fever.
Somebody sound the alarm.
I'd like to go where the pace or life's slow.
Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space.
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot.
I know I should be leaving this climate.
I got a verse but can't rhyme it.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Boat drinks.
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks.
Then I'm headin south 'fore my dream shrinks.
I gotta where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where there ain't any snow,
where there ain't any blow,
'cause my fin sinks so low.
I gotta go where it's warm.
There, that oughta learn ya not to post lyrics. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Wink]" src="images/icons/wink.gif" /> Thanks for the trip down memory lane, ya'll.
