I’ve mentioned before that I’m the father of a preschooler, and as such, the traveling music in our car is significantly different than it was, say, five years ago. Actually, it would be more accurate to say three and a half years ago, since during the first year of our daughter’s life we figured she wasn’t going to pick up on lyrics like:
I’m gonna get my shit together
‘Cause I can’t live like this forever
You know I’ve come too far
And I don’t want to fail
I got a new computer
And a bright future in sales
So, for a while there, I was getting some Fountains of Wayne stuck in my head, and that was totally fine. Now, we’re on a months-long streak of having what is essentially a Sesame Street’s Greatest Hits disc in the car, and as such, I’m exposed to Ernie’s treatise on the joy of rubber toys on a regular basis, which is what’s currently trolling around my skull, searching for still living brain cells to off in the most creatively grotesque manner possible.
As I side note, there’s a lyric in this ditty that goes like this:
Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who’s
Cute and yella and chubby.
Rub-a-dub-dubby
My thought upon hearing this again for the first time a few months ago was, “Hey. Bert’s yellow.”
I then immediately arrested myself.
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