Who wants to sing this with me at the next karaoke night?

[firecat]

PMS Song

(apologies to Kurt Weill, Bertold Brecht, The Doors, Just Born, Inc., and General Mills)



Oh show me the way to the next 'shmallow Peep®
oh, don't ask why
oh, don't ask why
Oh show me the way to the next 'shmallow Peep®
oh, don't ask why
oh, don't ask why
'Cos if we don't find the next 'shmallow Peep®
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die

Oh womb of plushy lining, we now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old hormones
And must have Peep®s oh now you know why
Oh womb of plushy lining, we now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old hormones
And must have Peep®s oh now you know why

Oh show me the way to the next barrista
oh, don't ask why
oh, don't ask why
Oh show me the way to the next barrista
oh, don't ask why
oh, don't ask why
'Cos if we don't find the next barrista
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die

Oh womb of plushy lining, we now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old hormones
And must have latte now you know why
Oh womb of plushy lining, we now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old hormones
And must have 'spresso oh now you know why

Oh show me the way to the box of chex snack mix
oh, don't ask why
Oh show me the way to the Chex® Party Mix
oh, don't ask why
oh, don't ask why
Oh show me the way to the Chex® Party Mix
oh, don't ask why
oh, don't ask why
'Cos if we don't find the Chex® Party Mix
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die

Oh womb of plushy lining, we now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old hormones
And must have salt oh now you know why
Oh womb of plushy lining, we now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old hormones
And must have salt oh now you know why

Oh show me the way to the next chocolate bar
oh, don't ask why
oh, don't ask why
Oh show me the way to the next chocolate bar
oh, don't ask why
oh, don't ask why
'Cos if we don't find the next chocolate bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die

Oh womb of plushy lining, we now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old hormones
And must have th'bromine oh now you know why
Oh womb of plushy lining, we now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old hormones
And must have th'bromine now you know why

Comments

[treacle-well.livejournal.com]

Wild applause and whistles!

I am recoiling...

[the-ogre.livejournal.com]

...in pure existential terror at those lyrics.

This would be a real problem if I wasn't also laffin' my ass off.

[lysana.livejournal.com]

Oooh! I love it!

[datagoddess.livejournal.com]

Have I mentioned lately that you're a sick, sick woman? ;-)

[zyxwvut.livejournal.com]

I don't have the lyrics handy, here at work...

...but remind me to get you the words to Nina Paley's "On the Rag Again," a filk
of the obvious Willie Nelson tune.

;->
Z

P.S.: "I'll get cramps but 'least my PMS will end.../ So I can't wait to be on
the rag again."

[dawnd.livejournal.com]

Love that song! Saw her cartoon rendition in a recent Funny Times. Interestingly, a search of the web did NOT turn up the lyrics. I'm shocked! Thought sure they'd be there.

[firecat]

I've seen the cartoon, yeah!

PMS

[medhba.livejournal.com]

My neighbor said that PMS meant "Pack My Stuff"...
if he lived with me, I'd do it for him.
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