So there I am, in my friend L's apartment. She's telling me about how her alarm clock was never able to wake her up until she wrote the mango song. She leaves the room and starts yelling the word MANGO with increasing volume and frequency. It sounds a little like the doom song from Invader Zim except screechy and annoying.
She stops doing this, thankfully. And then she reenters the room, waving her arms over her head in time to the Sausage Song.
"Heeeeeeyo, IIIII don't. wanna. go. I'm in the front yard playing saaaaauuuuussssaaaaages with my neighBOR! HEEEEEEYYYOOOOO. I don't wanna go! I'm in the front yard playing sausages in my front sandwiches!!!!!"
The absurdity of the song makes me start laughing. I laugh so hard I wake up and the dog is giving me funny looks.
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