Announcing silly lullaby competition!
Little Bip is a great audience for his daddy’s singing. He has the good taste not to cry or vomit whenever I sing to him. Mostly he goes to sleep. Nobody likes an unruly audience.
Having already raised a boy who so loves his daddy’s singing that I’m still required to perform every night at bedtime, I’m a little weary of my greatest hits (Blackbird, Rainbow Connection, My Bonnie, You Are My Sunshine, and Van Lingle Mungo.) To keep myself entertained through the feedings in the wee hours, I’ve been working up silly baby-themed parodies of well known tunes.
This strikes me as a perfect opportunity for some bloggy interactivity, so here’s the offer: make up some funny lyrics to a song I know. Post them in the comments here or on Facebook. If I get any worthy entries, defined entirely by my own amusement, I will record a video of me singing your lyrics to Bryan and post them here for you to see/hear. No cussing, now, you hear?! Doesn’t have to be a whole song, just a verse or a verse/chorus. Have fun! There is no limit to the number I’ll perform, so keep ‘em coming. I need material.
Not only will you have the pleasure of hearing me sing (lucky you), but you’ll also get to see how the song is received by its extremely cute audience.
In the sad event that I don’t get ANY entries, I will withhold the cute baby pictures for ransom.
Examples of what I’ve been singing the last couple days:
Sung to the tune of “Brandy” by Looking Glass:
There’s a family, in a little town/
With a baby, and they all gather ’round/
His nurs’ry crib, and try to put him down/
And they pat his little behind.He hears them say Baby, you’re a fine lad (you’re a fine lad)
Such a strong man you will be (such a fine lad)
But alas, my favorite show’s on the TV.
(dooda-dit-dooda-dit, dooda-dit-dooda-dit).
Or how about this one, sung to the tune of Malvina Reynolds’ “Little Boxes,” also known as the theme song to the show Weeds:
Little onesies on the baby, little onesies close with snippy-snappies.
Little onesies on the baby, little onesies all the same.
There’s a green one and a blue one and a white one and a yellow one.
They all close up with snippy-snappies and they all look just the same.And the baby in the onesie, goes off to his doctor’s office.
The nurse takes off the onesie, and the baby, he gets weighed.
First he’s five pounds, then six pounds, then seven pounds, or even eight pounds,
Then the onesie gets snippy-snappied, and he goes home the way he came.
I’m wondering if, as incentive to get us going, you ought to record yourself doing the example songs and post them here, too. This has the added bonus of helping us decide if we really *want* to hear you sing!
Years of voice lessons, regional/state chorus, and a tenor in a capella group 16 feet. I may not be great, but it has to be better than a stick in your eye. But even if I’m terrible, the reward here is getting to see the vid of the baby. You’re just going to have to chance it. I’m not your organ grinder monkey.
I’m really impressed you know all the words to Van Lingle Mungo. When I try to sing this, I invariably veer off unexpectedly into “Talking Baseball!”
What’s even more impressive is that my son knows all the lyrics too. If I stop at any random point in the song, he can tell you the next name. He’s researched all the players in the song, and can tell you that five of them are still living. (There’s a trivia hunt for you.)
OK, I’ll play. Here’s the song we sang to my son, which was done to a sort of hybrid tune of “Rock of Ages” and “Little Boxes” - I note if this is sung with a babe in arms, the “rockin” and “funkin” lines are sung with appropriate dance steps:
Baby Duncan
Baby Duncan
Are you rooockin’ or are you funkin’?
You know you’re Daddy’s l’il Punkin
Baby Duncan, Duncan Pie
You’re a big boy
You’re a strong boy
You’re a wonderful handsome boy
And we all love you madly
and we’re all overjoyed
That’s you’re Duncan
Baby Duncan
Whether you’re Roooockin’ or you’re Funkin’
You know you’re Mommy’s Little Punkin
Baby Duncan
Duncan pie.
Here’s Mommy’s tune, which we sang to something close to a slowed-down version of the Can-Can:
Duncan Duncan Duncan Pie
You’re my special little guy
You like eating brocco-lie
Duncan Duncan pie
Hey hey, my my!
Duncan Duncan pie
Hey hey, my my
Eating brocco-lie