Decided to post this here because I think this is as far as this one will go. Another song from 50/90, where I took an old poem and had fun with it. No effects, no mixing skills involved
... just Nadia on her piano and me trying to sing a mouthful of words.
The Popcorn SongNo I don't like to eat my popcorn from a can.
If it's burnt to a crisp, then you can have it, man
But if it's made just right, then I have none to spare
I will eat every piece, though I'm supposed to share
Yes this warm, buttered, salty snack just can't be beat
When I'm watching TV - it is my favorite treat
I will eat bowls of popcorn almost anywhere
While I'm standing up or sitting down - IN A CHAIR.
At the movies, each time the sound drops really low
I hear popcorn being eaten in each row
Where it's cooked to perfection, this amazing treat
Always buy a big bucket, just for me to eat.
So I wonder why popcorn can't be made at work?
Where I'm sure "charcoal fairies" live and where
THEY MUST LURK!!
From the big boss on down to everyone at work,
all blame the microwave - it's just a nuclear JERK!!
No it's not!
NO - the people who cook it, never are to blame.
It seems the air was too hot, or they used too much flame.
And it would be funny - if this all were just a game.
But those who - burn - pop-corn
they should hang their heads - in shame - in shame
So please take extra care when you see kernels pop.
If you think they are done, then push "RESET" or "STOP!"
Yes, a bag of perfection will be your - reward, reward, reward
I just love my popcorn
Yes this warm, buttered, salty snack just can't be beat
When I'm watching TV - it's my MOST - FAVORITE - TREAT
Yes I love, yes I love, love popcorn, love popcorn, love popcorn...
I LOVE POP-CORN!!