[PS, 22. July 2016: The song is now restored to its original version, the way it was originally posted 3 years ago, the way it appeared on the blog for several minutes or hours, before I said to myself that my Mom might read it. Well, my Mom is dead now and I am no longer able to upset her with things I've written. In this, the original version, the restored version, 1 word is changed, 1 word which rhymes with "song" and occurs twice in the song, which I had replaced with "song" in the edited version. It makes a lot more sense the original way. I mean, occasionally complete strangers will come up to a songwriter and ask, "Who said you could do that with yr song?!" but more often they're upset about something else which isn't any of their business.]
(Vivace a la Primus)
Yr doin it wrong
Yr doin it wrong
That's what she told me
All night long
She said Who told you
To do that with yr dong?!
Yr doin it wrong!
Yr doin it wrong!
She told me to go ask
John Shelby Spong
He said yr doin it wrong!
Yr doin it wrong!
That's what he told me
All night long
He said Who told you
To do that with yr dong?!
Yr doin it wrong!
Yr doin it wrong!
So they all tell me
All night long
They scream hibbity blibbity
Hee hoo hong!
Yr doin it wrong!
Yr doing it wrong!
They gather in my front lawn
In great big throngs
N yell Yr doin it wrong!
Yr doin it wrong!
They claim they'll send me off
To Hong Kong
Fr doin it wrong!
Fr doin it wrong!
They blame me fr their relapse
On the bong
Because I'm doin it wrong
Because I'm doin it wrong
I am the Monkey
Which is Wrong
Of course I'm doin it wrong!
Of course I'm doing it wrong!
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