Well, I have no idea what was up with the tiny font thing going on in the previous post. Ah, the dangers of the Typepad auto-post feature. You don't realize something's wrong until after it's up and someone mentions it.
By way of apology, here is the song I wrote today during the seven hours it took to make 12 "stained glass" windows for the office holiday party.
This might have to tide you over until Tuesday, because Sunday is making the goody bags, a quick trip out of town for what sounds like an interesting workshop, and then I have to catch up on some writing.
GLUE GUN GIRL
One Saturday I took a drive to Stats uptown
I met a girl there
Who was staring at the clowns
Glue gun girl
Come craft with me
Glue gun girl
I've got some beads
Let's glitter the whole world
Just you and me glue gun girl
I tapped her on the shoulder
And said "where's the stuff on sale"
She looked at me and frowned
And said "I don't work here"
Glue gun girl
Come craft with me
Glue gun girl
I've got some beads
Let's glitter the whole world
Just you and me glue gun girl
We went to the customer service desk
And asked for the manager
The worker said "Um, I think he's at lunch"
So we ran down the aisle
And shouted "where's the sale"
And that god awful Christmas song
Was on the loudspeaker
It was the one about the shoes
So we started screaming
"I hate this song"
A soccer mom came up
And asked "where are the frames"
We took one look at her
And said "do we look like we work here"
Glue gun girl
Come craft with me
Glue gun girl
I've got some beads
Let's glitter the whole world
Just you and me glue gun girl
We went to the holiday section
And stared at all the lights
The manager showed up and said
"Do you need some help"
We asked for the black Santas
He said "We don't have any"
We said "if you don't have black Santas
It's because your store is racist"
We got ourselves a cart
The aisles we did start rollin'
I said "Martha has black Santas"
She said "Yeah, 'cuz Martha's down"
Glue gun girl
Come craft with me
Glue gun girl
I've got some beads
We'll glitter the whole world
Just you and me
Leaving scrapbooks in our whirl
Just you and me
And so happy I could hurl
Just you and me glue gun girl
** With apologies to The Dead Milkmen
And I realize each chorus should be different, but I liked this chorus best, so I repeated it except for at the end, when I did bow to tradition and change up, which is fine because it's PUNK ROCK. There are no rulz, baby!
