Weeee-ell, I went to the IGA this morning
I jingled the coins in my purse
Because if I ain't got no cat meat
Then Eddie's lament is a curse.
I drove on into the car park
There were two free parks face to face
I figured on getting myself one
But you, old man, you upset my grace.
Yeah, you gave me the blues man
Yeah, you rattled my cage
Yeah, you gave me the blues man
Yeah, you made me enraged
Cause you pushed your case and gave me
The OMSOE blues!
Weeee-ell, I came around the corner
My angle, it was just fine
I was thinking of parking
With Eddie's cat meat in mind
And then, you with your gold car
You came in the other way
Some people were walking
Me, I stopped to give way
Yeah, you gave me the blues man
Yeah, you felt the need
Yeah, you gave me the blues man
Yeah, with your car park greed
Cause you kept on nosing in and gave me
The OMSOE blues!
Weeee-ell, I couldn't quite believe it
A normal person would stop
And take the carpark before him
Rather than make another's jaw drop
Not good enough for you, gramps
You wanted the one I was on
You just kept on pushing your Lexus
Even though I had done no wrong
Yeah, you gave me the blues man
Yeah, un-f*ing-believable
Yeah, you gave me the blues man
Yeah, your ego is full of bull
Cause you pushed on over and gave me
The OMSOE blues!
Weeee-ell, I waited for walkers to walk on by
And give you the park to yourself
Cause I don't give a crap about bullies
Even if on the geriatric shelf
You just didn't have any patience
And your car doesn't furnish reverse
Because you then parked your car and left
Keeping both parks to yourself
Oh, you gave me the blues man
Yeah, who the hell are you?
Yeah, you gave me the blues man
Yeah, what's a lady to do
Cause you took both parks and gave me
The OMSOE blues!
Weeee-ell, I guess there'll always be a$$holes
Be they eighty or twenty-three
But man, just thank your lucky stars that
Your gold Lexus is key scratch free
You pissed me off real bad, old man
You tried to ruin my day
And so I'll try to decompress by
Blogging these blues away.
Oh, you gave me the blues man
Well, I'm a better woman than that
Yeah, you gave me the blues man
Yeah, but I won't hurt my cat
Just because you're a rude old man with his
Sense of Entitlement dues
Don't mean I'm a punk hippie chick who'll scratch her
OMSOE blues (all over your car man)
No, I'm a blogging dame who'll keep in her cage,
pen her rage and
use her blog as a stage
to voice her old man sense of entitlement blues.....
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
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10 comments:
You KNOW how I love to parody. Applause!
That is FANTASTIC...
*wild applause*
Well done!!!
Take a bow, Mz Jeanie ;)
...and let the bastards tyres down next time...:P
ROFL! "the geriatric shelf" HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Oh I love it! Best thing I've read all week :)
WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You need to record this one. Excellent.
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! Love it!
Sing it, Jeanie!
Oh I know how you feel! My mum says that some people need a licence number on their car that reads 'IOK' cause that's all they care about....I Ok and stuff everyone else!
And maybe you should have taken a leaf out of my bestie's book when someone did a similar thing to her. She went into the shop and bought shaving cream and left a nice message for park hog on the windscreen! Lol!
You? Are a better person than I. I would have (and have in the past) keyed that car. Just a little.
A GOLD Lexus? What a cliche!
Oh, and excellent lyrics!
My dear... you are channelling some serious tension there. Just lucky you ain't got no mafia connections, or that gold lexus driver would be toast!
Too clever and funny by half... you could have left SOME brains for me!!
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