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April 17, 2003

Our Fine Tri-Natured Friend I

Our Fine Tri-Natured Friend

I love rewriting song lyrics. God help me, I do love it so. You have no idea how often I stop myself from posting nothing but rewritten songs. They flake off me like musical dandruff. Mostly it's fragments (just to extend the dandruff metaphor), something to distract Ngnat from a tantrum with. She finds the singing of new words to old tunes fascinating, though occasionally the practice backfires on me, as she'll demand a repeat of some ephemeral throwaway that I had scatted out a day or so before. I usually manage to come up with something at least close to what the original had been, and that satisfies her, or so I assume. She hasn't started correcting my delivery yet, at least. It's on the horizon. I did the same to my father at an age not too much older then she is now.

Her latest hit is "God is Great", sung to the tune of Chitty-Chitty Bang Bang, the soundtrack of which she has been playing incessantly since her aunts arrived to paint the house and taught her how to use the cd player as a side project. It's been my soundtrack for the war, an oddly fitting one in that it involves the overthrow of the undemocratic leader of an eastern nation by a mixed sex force of British and Americans* using their grit, determination, and advanced technology. Technology that the despot's country can't come up with on its own, and so tries to steal. There's even a children's prison. Really a very prophetic movie, when you think about it.

Probably ties Hal Lindsay up in knots every time he watches it. Perhaps he'll blog about it soon. < shudder >

I've sung God is Great at meals to more tunes than I care to think of, thanks to seven years as a Methodist camp counselor, though most of them were written by others. There's one to the Indiana Jones theme;

God is Gre-aat!, and God is good,
Let us thank him, for our fo-oo-ood
By his ha-ands, we all are fed,
So give us Lord, oh give us Lord, oh give us Lord
Our daily bread!

And one to some ersatz Happy Day's fifties thing, complete with finger-snapping. There's also a Doxology, sung to the tune of Chim chim cheree. It's scary how often Dick Van Dyke intrudes into my theology.

Up until Tuesday, Ngnat demanded "God is Chitty Bang Bang, Daddy!" every night for a week, the phrasing of which took me aback until I realized what she was saying. The inlaws were here Saturday, so that night's grace was a bit uncomfortable, but I made it through without too horrible a loss of face.

Here it is, for posterity and my future perusal once puberty rolls around and I need something to drive away the boys with, assuming that the various electronic places I have it stored don't all crap out at once.

Dear! God!

We are here to thank you.
We are here to thank you
For our food.

And! God!
If you could protect us
If you could protect us
that'd be good.

High! Low!
Every where we go,
From evil will you us defend?

Thanks God
You're a pretty good God
A fine tri-natured friend.

Thanks God
You're a pretty good God
Our fine tri-natured friend.

It's an odd hobby, but I'm not alone. The practice pops up all over. Case in point, Lynx Pherrett, who has rewritten the "Streets of Laredo" for Bashar al-Assad. I've always thought it a melancholy melody; it transfers to the Middle East locale pretty well.

*Yes, I realize that Dick van Dyke is supposed to be British. He doesn't even attempt to bother with an accent, so as far as I'm concerned, he's American. If you want to be Comic Book Guy anal and dispute that explanation, then I was talking about the nationalities of the cast. So there.

Posted by Bigwig at April 17, 2003 12:23 PM | TrackBack
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