Breaking Out In Song

I don’t know what comes over me, but every once in a while I just start singing instead of talking normal.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like good singing, or singing in tune, or even singing that makes sense. I am not the least bit musically inclined, so as the saying goes, “I wouldn’t know how to carry a tune if it came with handles.”  But none of that stops me from singing. Why should it?

I can only guess that I do it because it sounds so bad that it’s funny. Take last night for example. I was driving home after a long, hard day at work and not enough sleep the night before, I was pretty worn down and in need of a laugh. I was also hungry since lunch was about 6 hours earlier. I started thinking about what was waiting for me in the refrigerator at home that I could quickly put together and eat. I remembered there was some leftover spaghetti.

Put all these variables together, and all of a sudden I started singing this slow, pitiful, stupid song to entertain myself. It was sort of bluesy with a country twang. It went something like this:

Get ready. Come on, baby. get it ready.

I said, come on. Come on baby and get ready.

Daddy’s comin home and wants some sgetti.

Yeah get the sgetti ready, come on baby.

I want some sgetti. So get it ready.

Make it nice and steamy and plenty cheesy.

Don’t think I could take one more round of chili.

Get that sgetti ready for me baby.

Make it chewy and gooey and get it ready.

Don’t give me deli.

Don’t need no hoagie.

No need to clean out the pantry when there’s sgetti.

Sure don’t want anything that’s greasy.

No doing laundry.

No trying to distract me with your booty.

Don’t want to be hokey.

Cause you know this ain’t no jokey.

Don’t even care if today is not Wednesday.

Don’t make me wait it makes me crabby.

I said I’m ready.

For my spaghetti.

Maybe I could even wash it down with some Pepsi.

I’ll even try to save room to have a cookie.

So get it all ready

because here I come for my spaghetti.

Yeah, get it ready.

My spaghetti.

Get it ready.

Believe it or not, that little ditty lasted me half the way home. Just trying to think up words ending with an “ee” sound that I could use for the next line took some thought. Since I can’t sing and it was a stupid song and I was so tired, it made me laugh just singing it, which is what I needed at the time.  Good thing I didn’t have my tape recorder on.

That was just one recent example that I happened to be entertaining myself with. I do the same thing with others. I noticed though it is only around certain others, usually females because they are more receptive to the goofiness than guys are. Sometimes people will just say something to me that will remind me of a song and I will just start singing a line or two. It’s even funnier when that person has no idea what the song is. Sometimes I’ll try to justify my craziness. “Do you know that song?”

That will usually be followed by a slight giggle with a hint of terror in their expression and often a step backwards just in case. I don’t mean to frighten anyone with my singing.  All I really shoot for is making people laugh and have a good time, however brief it may be. If they look more scared than amused, I’ll stop and leave them alone. Sometimes people need help laughing and enjoying life and if it means I have to be the fool, so be it.