Have you ever spontaneously made up new words to a favorite song? I must admit something. We do this all the time around here. And I do mean All The Time. This tradition goes way back to when Sweet Man and I were dating. One over-long car ride at the beginning of our relationship, I got a little punchy. It must have been around Christmas because I broke into a rendition of “Silver Bells” the likes of which NO ONE has ever heard before. I shocked even myself with how many words I was able to come up with that rhyme with “bells” and that rendition lasted 25 exits along the Interstate! I called it poetic license. Sweet Man called it my version of loony tunes. No wonder he fell in love with me, huh?
Now I’m beginning to believe that we’ve seriously hindered our children from ever fully being able to appreciate the music industry and the hard work that goes in to coming up with lyrics, creating arrangements, and even to songs sung in tune and on pitch. You see, we subject every song known to man, woman, or child to a “rewording” around here; whenever it suits our needs. And, we aren’t particular about which genre the song is from, or which era, or who the original artist was/is. In fact, my children didn’t realize that there really was a “Brush Your Teeth” song until some poor unsuspecting mama played the original version by Raffi one day in her car while driving my kids home. She received a chorus of “Hey, that’s our mama’s toothbrush song!”. And when they got home? They were amazed that someone else had come up with something so similar to “your brush your teeth song, mama!”. Then there is the Blue’s Clues “Time to Get the Mail” song. And don’t even get me started on the explanation I had to give Sweetboy the first time he heard Eddie Murphy’s “My Girl Like to Party All the Time” on the radio! You see, desperate times call for desperate measures. He was still not even remotely potty trained by 4. So, we put that song to new words. Something along the lines of “Our boy likes to potty all the time…”. Or something exactly like that. Poetic license people; poetic license! Or desperation. How about both?
Now, you parents, aunties, uncles, and grandparents out there? I’m fairly certain that you’re going to get this. And if you’re not any of those yet? You will. Oh, you so will. It’ll be the same songs, just different words. Mark mine!