Last night, Whiny and I were riding back from church, listening to WPRK (per usual). I love PRK. There is no place else around here where you can listen to reggae one minute, classic country the next, followed by an hour of punk and then a piece by Mozart.
Anyway, as with most college radio, there’s a bit of experimentation that takes place. (i.e., You get to hear a lot of scary crap.) We heard this song last night that was pretty much just a steady beat punctuated by weird noises and a guy singing in monotone. So, naturally, we started singing with him and making up our own words, like: “Oh my God. This song sucks. How did I ever. Pass fourth grade. When will I. Change the note.” etc.
From that, we came up with a song that makes us laugh hysterically, but that not even the rest of this warped family understands. I harbor no hope that you will.
Think steady, electronic drum beat and a nerdy, pale dude (i.e., me) singing…
This is the funkiest song I’ve ever written.
It’s so damned funky, I scare myself with its funkitude.
And if I write another funky song,
I’ll use this one as a template to reach the heights of funkdom.
And be the Grand Master of Funk!
It’s so gonna be a hit.