World's weakest blogger

Good to be the best at something, nein?

I'm blatantly stealing this from URR over at the Track Toad's Place (with apologies Brad, some of us never grow up).

It's funny as hell, and useful as well.



At a slight tangent, Sarge mentioned yesterday that he should have learned to play the guitar, and posted up a Money for Nothing video. Being not nearly as clever or as funny as I think I am, I commented that I'd always thought the line went, "tune the radar."

Turns out that I was committing a Mondegreen. Well, maybe perpetrating is a better word. And that I'm almost certainly a cereal mumpsimuser. If that's a word, which it probably isn't. At any rate, Sarge et. al. allowed me to take a delightful side trip into the vast knowledge available in the interwebs, and for that I am grateful.

So grateful that I rewrote the the entire some of a couple lines of the lyric. It's weak as hell but slightly amusing, at least to my fourth grade sensibility.

Which I now present here for the very first time in the history of the universe. Followed by a personally more favorite Dire Straits video.

Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it

You tune the radar on the eff sixteen

That ain't workin', that's the way you do it

Getchew money for nothin' getchew chicks for free

Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do it

Lemme tell ya, them guys ain't dumb

Maybe get a frostbite on the little finger

Maybe take a hammer on the thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens

Custom kitchen deliveries

We gotta move these refrigerators

We gotta move these colour TV's

See the little Airman with the earring and the makeup

Yeah, buddy, that's his own hair

That little Airman got his own jet airplane

That little Airman he ain’t got a care

microwaves x 2

I shoulda learned to tune the radar

I shoulda learned to wire them plugs

Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera

Man, we could have some fun

And he's up there, what's that? ‘Lectronic noises?

Bangin' on the switches like a chimpanzee

That ain't workin' that's the way you do it

Getchew money for nothin', getchew chicks for free

chorus

Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do it

You tune the radar on the eff sixteen

That ain't workin', that's the way you do it

Getchew money for nothin' getchew chicks for free...