And then there's Merrie Melodies

[jaunthie]

I'm working today on a technical document with the classical radio station playing in the background. Usually that's great working music; I listen to it all the time. It blends well with technical documentation. Unless, of course, they start playing a piece I can't help but hear Bugs Bunny singing and capering around to, wearing a barber's smock and wielding those deadly sissors on Elmer Fudd. The tenor singing the piece on the radio is gorgous, lovely notes and round tones (Fi-gar-o), but right along with him I can hear that nasal Brooklyn bunny voice: Feeee-gar-oh! And my brain happily supplies all the wrong words:

How do??
Welcome to my shop!
Let me cut your mop,
Let me shave your crop
Daintily, daintily...
Hey you!!
Don't look so perplexed.
Why must you be vexed?
Can't you see you're next?
Yes, you're next!
Yooooou're so next!
How about a nice close shave
Teach your whiskers to behave
Lots of lather, lots of soap,
Please hold still, don't be a dope!
Now we're ready for the scraping -
There's no use to try escaping!
Yell and scream and rant and rave
It's no use, you need a shave!
(Musical ouches from Elmer in time to the music)
There!
You're nice and clean.
Although your face looks like it might have gone through a machine...

There goes my concentration for at least five minutes!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

It's nowhere near as classy, neither the original nor the cover thereof, but the satellite overhead music station at work frequently ends up playing the originals of songs for which I have the Wierd Al lyrics firmly entrenched in my head.

And so I wander around singing "So my, my, this here Anakin guy/may be Vader someday later/now he's just a small fry" and songs about buying things on E-bay.

My support staff all think I'm completely 'round the bend.

Which isn't necessarily a bad thing.

--Jake

[jaunthie.livejournal.com]

"I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said Yoda, Y-O-D-A Yoda, yayayayaYoDa-ha..."

"I lost on Jeopardy, baby..."

"Like a surgeon, cutting for the very first time..."

Oh yeah, I hear you there. Weird Al's lyrics are frequently much more memorable (not to mention intelligible) than the originals. And having your support staff fear you (and fear for your sanity) indeed has its advantages. :-)