For the sake of posterity, here is an email that I received from my sister just the other day:
And, so, to let Kimmie know that she is not a dork (or not the only dork), here is a parody of "Sixteen tons" that I wrote when I was 16 during the 1997 NBA Playoffs (Jazz vs. Bulls):
If the Mailman comes by, you betta step aside.
A lotta men didn't. A lotta men died.
In one fist, the ball, the other, the mail,
If he doesn't getcha, then the rest of 'em will.
(chorus)
Ya' work 13 years and whadaya get?
Another year older and so little respect.
So, Bulls, just quit yer whinin' 'cuz we don't care
'Bout Jordan's earplugs or Rodman's hair...
I can't remember the rest, but there where three verses plus the chorus. It was some pretty intense basketball that year...
I was bored in class last night. So, Brad and I each wrote song lyricsKim
for my new passion: Football. (For reals, his are really good. Mine,
below, are just plain hilarious)
Also, I had "Hey there, Delilah" in my head as I wrote them.
Good morning sunshine, have you got the remote ready
I know you and I are busy, but the game's on now
Oh, it aint just a game
No, It's a way of life.
And I know they'll lose if I don't watch
I'm actually not that lazy; my day's actually packed.
I gotta watch the quarterback get sacked.
The next twelve hours are really very busy
To see all thse games at once aint that easy
Oh, it aint just a game
No, It's a way of life.
And I know they'll lose if I don't watch
You never know when there will be an upset
There are reasons for Divisions, after all.
Oh, now that's a bull crap call.
Hey, come on, get that ball!
Oh, it aint just a game
No, It's a way of life.
And I know they'll lose if I don't watch
Don't you worry, he didn't get hit that hard
The team just really needed that one last yard..
So there really was good reason and after all, 'tis the season.
Oh, it aint just a game
No, It's a way of life.
And I know they'll lose if I don't watch
=)..........I am such a dork!
And, so, to let Kimmie know that she is not a dork (or not the only dork), here is a parody of "Sixteen tons" that I wrote when I was 16 during the 1997 NBA Playoffs (Jazz vs. Bulls):
If the Mailman comes by, you betta step aside.
A lotta men didn't. A lotta men died.
In one fist, the ball, the other, the mail,
If he doesn't getcha, then the rest of 'em will.
(chorus)
Ya' work 13 years and whadaya get?
Another year older and so little respect.
So, Bulls, just quit yer whinin' 'cuz we don't care
'Bout Jordan's earplugs or Rodman's hair...
I can't remember the rest, but there where three verses plus the chorus. It was some pretty intense basketball that year...
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