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Life is just happier when you make up silly songs!

I’m Bringing Mullets Back

To the tune of Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake
(It helps if you actually sing it. You know you know the tune…)

Mullets Back

[Verse 1]
I’m bringin’ Mullets back
Them other haircuts are under attack
I wear it short up top and long in back
So listen up and don’t go talkin’ smack.
Take em’ to the bridge

[Bridge]
Billy Ray
He wore a Mullet
Way back in tha day
It made him sexy made him misbehave
It’s just his Mullet looked so good on stage

Take em’ to the chorus

[Chorus]
Come here girl
Go ahead, get a Mullet
Come on boy
Go ahead, get a Mullet
Get the top cut blunt
Go ahead, get a Mullet
So you’re business in the front
Go ahead, get a Mullet
But you make up what you lack
Go ahead, get a Mullet
With the party in tha back
Go ahead, get a Mullet
John Stamos style
Go ahead, get a Mullet
It’ll drive ya wild
Go ahead, get a Mullet
Remember Carol Brady
Go ahead, get a Mullet
She was one sexy lady
Go ahead, get a Mullet

[X6]

Get your Mullet on

[Verse 2]
I’m bringin’ Mullets back
All other haircuts are just simply whack
Since Richard Marx retired there’s been some slack
My Mullet’s gonna get us back on track
Take em’ to the bridge

[Bridge]
Billy Ray
He wore a Mullet
Way back in tha day
It made him sexy made him misbehave
It’s just his Mullet looked so good on stage

Take em’ to the chorus

[Chorus]
Come here girl
Go ahead, get a Mullet
Come on boy
Go ahead, get a Mullet
Get the top cut blunt
Go ahead, get a Mullet
So you’re business in the front
Go ahead, get a Mullet
But you make up what you lack
Go ahead, get a Mullet
With the party in tha back
Go ahead, get a Mullet
John Stamos style
Go ahead, get a Mullet
It’ll drive ya wild
Go ahead, get a Mullet
Remember Carol Brady
Go ahead, get a Mullet
She was one sexy lady
Go ahead, get a Mullet

[Verse 3]
I’m bringin’ Mullets back
If you don’t want one then you don’t know jack
If you don’t like ’em you are smoking crack
When ladies see ’em it’s straight in tha sack

Take em’ to the chorus

[Chorus]
Come here girl
Go ahead, get a Mullet
Come on boy
Go ahead, get a Mullet
Get the top cut blunt
Go ahead, get a Mullet
So you’re business in the front
Go ahead, get a Mullet
But you make up what you lack
Go ahead, get a Mullet
With the party in tha back
Go ahead, get a Mullet
John Stamos style
Go ahead, get a Mullet
It’ll drive ya wild
Go ahead, get a Mullet
Remember Carol Brady
Go ahead, get a Mullet
She was one sexy lady
Go ahead, get a Mullet

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I want my life to be like a musical: a show tune written out of procrastination.

For those of you that were interested in yesterday’s act of procrastination, here are the lyrics to my show tune about wanting my life to be like a musical. The tune to which it is set is, of course, fabulous, and when I sing it, I use a lot of jazz hands. Enjoy!

I want my life to be like a musical where everyone sings and dances.
I want my life to be like a musical filled with happy romances.
I want the boys to dance and sing a song – never dull or flat.
I want shoes for every wardrobe change and never to look fat.
I want my leading man to understand the timing of a joke.
It would be nice if he were gainfully employed instead of broke.
He should know all his lines ahead of time and have timing to his wit.
He should laugh out loud and stand up proud and never give me shit.
All of the girls around this one horse town would always smile and speak
Instead of muttering their petty things behind a back because they’re weak.
If they will only lose the attitude I’d even share the fame
When I’m on all the shows everybody knows I’ll even stay the same.
I’ll travel back to here and I’ll buy a beer for everyone I know.
And we will raise our glass and lament the past and how we miss them so.
Then I will pack my gear and get out of here as quickly as I came
And some young version of me will picture how it could be if her life wasn’t so lame.
She’ll want her life to be like a musical where everyone dances and sings.
She’ll want her life to be like a musical with choreography for everything.
She’ll want the boys to sway as they serenade her morning, noon and night.
She’ll want pretty clothes and a perky nose and to always look just right.
But up until that day I am afraid my life will just remain
Not really much to see; mediocrity, nothing but mundane.
If only God would grant one single rant I’d stop all this campaigning.
I would thank the Lord that I’m no longer bored and I’d be so entertaining.
Because my life would be like a musical filled with songs and dancing.
Yes, my life would be like a musical, all the boys my way’d be glancing.
I wouldn’t have a job but wouldn’t be a snob because I would be the star.
I’d brighten every day with my charming ways and I’d be able to play guitar.