Kari and Mike just returned from vacation to find that their toilet had leaked, causing a great mess, and their air conditioner (AC) had stopped working. Being a .net and website acquaintance, I could not help but feel sorry for their great inconvenience. I decide that I needed to take up my guitar and begin making a difference in this world, beginning with these two unfortunate souls.
My first step was to practice. It has been a long time since I have even tried to get my guitar back in tune, let alone play a single chord.
After adequately tuning my guitar (with the help of this, of course ), I was ready to write a song. Andrew “Toesenga” is not the only one who can come up with hit lyrics in the wee hours in the morning so I’d like to share what I wrote with you here:
Livin’ With No Air’
(To the tune of “Living on a Prayer”)
AC used to work ‘round the clock
Unit blew a part
Their down on their luck, it’s tough
So tough
Temperature hit 90 today
Overworked their fan
It’s seen better days
My love…ooo, my love
She says: We’ve got to cool down while it’s so hot
It doesn’t make a difference if we charge it or not.
We need our AC, the old one’s shot, my love –
A 1000 watt!
Ooooo, Take a look at my hair,
Oh-oh, livin’ with no air
It’s getting fuzzy,
I won’t make it, I swear
Oh-oh, livin’ with no air
Mike, he had to take off his socks.
Now he’s walking barefoot
And he just stepped on a rock
It’s tough…so tough
Kari dreams of AC by day
When she cries in the heat
Mike whispers: Baby it’s okay
It’s okay
He says: We’ve got to cool down while it’s so hot
It doesn’t make a difference if we charge it or not.
We need our AC, the old one’s shot, my love –
A 1000 watt!
Ooooo, Take a look at your hair,
Oh-oh, livin’ with no air
It’s getting fuzzy,
It won’t make it, I swear
Oh-oh, livin’ with no air
You live for the air when it’s so flippin’ hot.
Ooooo, Take a look at her hair,
Oh-oh, livin’ with no air
It’s getting fuzzy,
It won’t make it, I swear
Oh-oh, livin’ with no air
Living with no aiiiiiir…
After the song was written I was ready to head out and begin my road to philanthropy.
I figured I would start on a street corner of our sister city, Bangor.
When I arrived and began playing, people almost immediately began throwing money at me. Without fail they would also say something like “Here. Leave!” or “That’s awful! Take this and go!” But I knew I was busking for a good cause so I continued my song.
After a while, even small coins begin to bruise skin so I was forced to pack up and leave. I conscientiously gathered all the change that was flung my way so I can mail it to the Baumanns in a cute little bank I found.
I imagine everyone will be pleasantly surprised at my generosity.
If Mike is going barefoot, he might also step on some of the exposed tacks from where they pulled the vinyl and the carpet up. hehehe.
Yes, but tacks do not rhyme with socks. 😉
I’m glad you saw this without me having to pimp it.
You’re a lot like Wierd Al, except not that wierd, and not Al.
very nice…
one suggestion
Mike, he had to take off his slacks.
Now he’s feeling cooler
but he just sat on a tack
It’s tough…so tough
Hmmmm, yeah. That sounds pretty sharp, mike.
LOL!!! That’s awesome!