I distinctly remember singing "What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect. What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad?It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place. Ah, shaddap-a you face!" and being called in from recess to sit on a bench. Thanks a lot, Joe Dolce.
Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy.
3 hurrahs from the mezzanine:
I was yelled at for singing KC's shake your booty on the teeter- totter. We thought it meant your boots. We were shaking our feet.
I try not to dwell on how many times I was made to sit on the bench for something I said or did...(including speaking in spanish at my english-only catholic school run by French-Belgian nuns...oh the rulers...)
Just wanted to note though, that's a concertina that he's calling an accordion... But I'm a big dweeb that way.
My music teacher always played pop songs for us to sing. I remember him changing the lyrics from I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues, to "rolling like thunder over and over". But we all sang the real lyrics anyway and he'd glare at us disapprovingly.
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