I’ve not played along with Song Lyric Thursdays, though have enjoyed reading such on, for example, Rob’s and Uncle Keith’s blogs. Neither do I automatically do all memes or tags, though will get tickled by the occasional one that I will play along.
But, after a recent night out and given the season and all, I feel compelled to join in for this Song Lyric Thursday.
Invited by my good theater friend, DK, to another benefit, I got to see the Rubi Girls again. Having seen them at Masquerage, I was expecting a similar show. What I didn’t know was that, because of all the other stuff going on, they had to severely limit the time and content of the show at Masquerage.
This. Was. A. Hoot.
They performed for almost 3 hours straight. They don’t just lip-synch to women’s songs, but rather play act as well. Results are intended to be, and are, great fun. One song in particular had tears of laughter rolling down my face.
So, in honor of the holiday season, may I present my first offering to Song Lyric Thursday. The song this is satirizing is titled Santa Baby and has been sung seductively by the likes of Marilyn Monroe, Madonna, and the Pussycat Dolls. Someone decided it was time to do a parody. It is not remotely politically correct on numerous levels, but that was intended as part of this mockery, so consider that before feeling offended – – –
Santa’s Baby
(Jackie Beat)
Like wow!
I’m gonna be the mother of, Santa’s baby.
He put it in me Christmas Eve night!
This slut.
Got drunk and now she’s pregnant with, Santa’s baby.
A bastard child, but at least it’s white!
“What? We can’t say that? Oh, well, we’ll cut it out!”
Oh, when I heard that: “Ho, ho, ho!”.
I spread my legs beneath the mistletoe.
Then, Santa had his way with me.
Even though I was screaming: “No, no no!”.
Hey, wait a minute.
Santa raped me!
He took advantage of a young girl!
The world, has got to know the ugly truth.
How, Santa raped me, even though I tried to put up a fight.
“And, don’t you for second say I was asking for it, because I was wearing a mini-skirt and a tube top!”
Santa’s baby, will make it hard to ever erase.
That face, all fat and jolly, sweatin’ on me!
Santa’s baby is gonna wreck my life at my thighs!
Too late.
Santa’s baby, is growing like a cancer. I fear, right here!
It’s gonna look just like him.
Somebody take me. And get this baby outta my sight!
“Do you have 50 bucks I could borrow? No?”
I got excited, I couldn’t wait.
The moment my monthly curse was late.
Now, it’s a gift I’ll never regret.
It’s worse than late fruit cake, ’cause it’s date rape!
Santa’s baby, he came down the chimney.
Then, came in me.
I’d make a lousy single mom, so.
Santa’s baby, is gonna get aborted tonight!
But, thanks to the conservative right.
I’ve got to say I was raped that night.
Thank you!
The Wilds of Ohio 