I've Been Busy - So Sue Me!
Here's what I've accomplished since my last post:
I learned a dirty version of "Deck the Halls" from my 7-year-old nephew Jack. That story goes like this:
Christmas Eve at my father-in-law's house. Jack is fidgety and whining because he doesn't want to eat dinner first. He wants to open presents. Now. Right, right, RIGHT now!!! Thinking I know something about children, I try to distract him. "Jack, your mommy told me you were in your school's Christmas pageant and you recited a nice poem. Do you think you could recite it for us, too?" Jack scowled at me. "No. I don't want to recite a poem." He was quiet and seemed rather thoughtful for a moment and then said, "This is a song that means a lot to me at this time of year and I'm going to sing it now." Everyone at the table politely put down their silverware and turned toward Jack, waiting for an adorable child's warbling of - oh, say "Away in a Manger" - on this holy night. He opened his mouth and at the top of his lungs belted out (to the tune of "Deck the Halls"):
Grab your balls like Michael Jackson, fa la la la la, la la la laaa
Add some pelvic thrusting action, fa la la la la, la la la laaa!!!
As you can imagine he didn't get much farther than that before his mother leaped across the dining room table to cover his mouth with her hand. She was horrified.
Personally, that's one of my top-10 Christmas memories of all time.
I learned a dirty version of "Deck the Halls" from my 7-year-old nephew Jack. That story goes like this:
Christmas Eve at my father-in-law's house. Jack is fidgety and whining because he doesn't want to eat dinner first. He wants to open presents. Now. Right, right, RIGHT now!!! Thinking I know something about children, I try to distract him. "Jack, your mommy told me you were in your school's Christmas pageant and you recited a nice poem. Do you think you could recite it for us, too?" Jack scowled at me. "No. I don't want to recite a poem." He was quiet and seemed rather thoughtful for a moment and then said, "This is a song that means a lot to me at this time of year and I'm going to sing it now." Everyone at the table politely put down their silverware and turned toward Jack, waiting for an adorable child's warbling of - oh, say "Away in a Manger" - on this holy night. He opened his mouth and at the top of his lungs belted out (to the tune of "Deck the Halls"):
Grab your balls like Michael Jackson, fa la la la la, la la la laaa
Add some pelvic thrusting action, fa la la la la, la la la laaa!!!
As you can imagine he didn't get much farther than that before his mother leaped across the dining room table to cover his mouth with her hand. She was horrified.
Personally, that's one of my top-10 Christmas memories of all time.
Labels: Kids Today
posted by Teacher lady | 1:13 PM
7 Comments:
I love it and I am curious how the rest of the verse would go.
Glad you are back.
That's a Bob Rivers parody! The Christmas cd is hilarious!
Grahbe Yahbalz
(Parody of Deck the Halls)
Grab your balls like Michael Jackson
fa la la la la la la la la la
Add some pelvic thrusting action
fa la la la la la la la la la
Don we now our leather jackets
fa la la la la la la la la la
Pick that crowbar up and whack it
fa la la la la la la la la la
Rip your shirt off
Show some nipple
fa la la la la la la la la la
Squeeze you buns
like Mr. Whipple
fa la la la la la la la la la
You’ll always get a big reaction
fa la la la la la la la la la
If you grab your balls like Michael Jackson
fa la la la la la la la la la
Merry Christmas Bubbles
Grab your balls like Michael Jackson
fa la la la la la la la la la
It ranks right up there with this timeless classic, sung to the tune of "Joy to the World":
Joy to the world, Barney's dead!
We barbequed his head!
Don't worry about the body,
we flushed it down the body,
and round and round it goes,
and round and round it goes,
and round and round and round
it goes.
Lovely.
Best Christmas dinner moment EVAH! I totally want to adopt your nephew. :)
That is hilarious!
Hee! Awesome.
hey, that's a catchy tune!
: )
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