No! Dearest Dearimest! She—errr, I do not know the lyrics, but shall check it out, ole buddy boy! 😉
I absolutely know the music! I can hum it fer ye! Da da…da da da da da da! 🎤🎼🎶🎶🎵
Now then, in case you didn’t know— there is a Comet cleanser commercial that used to come on the telly when I was but a wee lass. With all the nerve in the world someone wrote the words and then another person approved the diddy for the commercial to the tune of that wonderful and fun march about golf and the term fore! Go figure.
As a 7 year old is wont to do, at least us vulgar American urchins, we like to change things around to make one’s teacher frown and hey, why not our parents too, especially if Papa’s employer is over for a visit? ‘Wanna hear a song Mister Know-It-All Boss Man?’ Sure, you cute lil lassie, he replies.
Maybe something like the lyrics below becomes a fave of all silly 2nd graders in a particular school, like a house a’fire which might eventually be performed for their daddy’s bosses all over town:
Ana one, ana two, ana three (to the tune of Colonel’s March):
Comet tastes like Listerine-
Comet makes your teeth turn green-
Comet will make you vomit-
So get some Comet and vomit today!
*Thanks for the dedication, James. I truly appreciate your thoughtful humour.🙏
Cuddles on the other hand is pretty iffy. Hours later the march is still trilling off my tongue like no tomorrow…or rather to beat the band!
Da da…da da da da da da….🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁
We little brats in Britain used to switch words around. If the whole assembly sang the alternative together no one boy would be punished. The whole lot of us would, while protesting our innocence. The only example that springs to mind is the Christmas carol While Shepherds Washed their Socks by Night.
But does Toodles know the lyrics?
No! Dearest Dearimest! She—errr, I do not know the lyrics, but shall check it out, ole buddy boy! 😉
I absolutely know the music! I can hum it fer ye! Da da…da da da da da da! 🎤🎼🎶🎶🎵
Now then, in case you didn’t know— there is a Comet cleanser commercial that used to come on the telly when I was but a wee lass. With all the nerve in the world someone wrote the words and then another person approved the diddy for the commercial to the tune of that wonderful and fun march about golf and the term fore! Go figure.
As a 7 year old is wont to do, at least us vulgar American urchins, we like to change things around to make one’s teacher frown and hey, why not our parents too, especially if Papa’s employer is over for a visit? ‘Wanna hear a song Mister Know-It-All Boss Man?’ Sure, you cute lil lassie, he replies.
Maybe something like the lyrics below becomes a fave of all silly 2nd graders in a particular school, like a house a’fire which might eventually be performed for their daddy’s bosses all over town:
Ana one, ana two, ana three (to the tune of Colonel’s March):
Comet tastes like Listerine-
Comet makes your teeth turn green-
Comet will make you vomit-
So get some Comet and vomit today!
*Thanks for the dedication, James. I truly appreciate your thoughtful humour.🙏
Cuddles on the other hand is pretty iffy. Hours later the march is still trilling off my tongue like no tomorrow…or rather to beat the band!
Da da…da da da da da da….🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁
We little brats in Britain used to switch words around. If the whole assembly sang the alternative together no one boy would be punished. The whole lot of us would, while protesting our innocence. The only example that springs to mind is the Christmas carol While Shepherds Washed their Socks by Night.
……
JH: Ah, those days, Andy.
Awww…rascally Andy and all his cohorts! 😆
The lowly shepherds washing their socks by night! 🧼 🧦 🎆🐑🐑🐏🐑
I K N O W ! Lay off the emojis, Toods! They are just so 🤩 fun.