But I had a favorite already picked out to vote for!
I was “treated” to 30 minutes of my son singing this song OVER and OVER on the way home from school yesterday. This was after taking him to drum lessons, where he apparently forced his drum teacher, a well-respected and talented drummer, to play drums for 20 minutes to the beat of this song. The teacher came out at the end of the class, just looked at me and said, “We just spent the entire lesson drumming to Beep Beep, I’m a Sheep.”
I could see a bit of pride and dignity melting away in his eyes.
So to spread the horror that my brain has been repeating over and over and over since yesterday, I give you “Beep Beep, I’m a Sheep,” on a 10 HOUR LOOP just in case you don’t have children of your own. Oh, and as a parent, I can say that you’re lucky to get away with only 10 hours. It’s on at least a week-long loop or more at our house.
Heads up. My kids have been singing this since November. Apparently it’s getting even bigger. Warning: Extremely stupid…. but extremely catchy.
I guess what I’m trying to say is you’ve been warned. Embrace it or buy some noise-cancelling headphones.
This is what I thought was being played on the radio back when I was about 8 years old. “Wouldn’t you like to ride in my beautiful baboon?” I would fall into hysterical laughter every time it was played.
I think we’ve all been victim to misinterpreting a song. A friend of mine used to sing the 80s hit, “Everytime you go away, you take a piece of MEAT with you.” I’m not sure if he thought the song was about a butcher or arguments at the dinner table. Either way, his interpretation ruined the song for me. Well, maybe it’s not the greatest song. In fact, I take that back. I think it improved it.
My children are now the ones who ruin songs for me. Last week “Under the Boardwalk” somehow turned into “I am a Glorblock.” I was told this was some sort of space worm by my confused children who couldn’t figure out why a space worm would be singing.
But the worst was in the car this weekend. As Dean Martin crooned out “Sway,” my 8 year old started to giggle madly. By the third time, we had to ask and then received the line, “Other dancers may PEE on the floor, dear but my eyes will see only you.”
I’ll never get that picture out of my head the next time that song plays. I guess it’s just payback from my mom not being able to listen to “My Beautiful Balloon” without picturing a lot of small people riding on the back of a giant baboon.
Apparently a man was sentenced for drilling holes in the tires of an ice cream truck this past autumn because he couldn’t take the constant melody.
“A prominent Swedish businessman was sentenced and fined on Friday after he cut holes in the tyres of an ice cream truck because its jingle threw him into a rage. ”
I’ve always wondered how it is for the drivers of those ice cream trucks. It was bad enough when I worked at a department store and had to hear the same cd with 10 songs over and over, but I couldn’t imagine driving around all day listening to ice cream melodies. It would be like working the line at the “It’s a Small World” ride at Disneyworld.
Anyway, why drill holes in the tires if you don’t like the melody? That just makes the truck stay longer. It would be better to get a jet pack on the back of that thing so it goes faster.
Honestly, I think this man is really mad because he never has enough change for an ice cream.