Friday, May 27, 2011

Dad's Song

So if you've been reading for awhile, you probably know about my bizarro skills for changing the words of former hit songs to entertain the kids my husband myself.

Last night, as Big Girl and I sat watching Dancing with the Stars (its recorded on the DVR - DON'T tell us who wins!)

My husband came in singing/raping. At first I didn't even know he was singing over all the giggling from Little Man and the TV. Then. I heard it.

U can't fuss like this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2)
Break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh) (x4)
Stop jammy time

My-my-my-my fusisin' hits me so hard makes Dad say oh my Lord
Thank you for blessing me with a mind to fussin' and two hyped feet
It feels good when you know you're almost down
A little tinyboy from the Ral to the e-y
And I'm known as such
A mess and a I need my passi
U can't fuss this
Look man u can't touch this
You'll probably gettin' sleepy
'Cause you know you don't fussy like this
Call for Mom - say I need food - break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (x4)
Stop jammy time
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2)
(Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can't fuss this (x3)
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (x2)
Stop Jammy time

Oh yeah. After little man was safely laid down on his blanket, there was dancing.

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