Thursday, March 19, 2015

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...






8 comments:

  1. Best lyrics ever!

    Seriously I was doing all that ROTFL and LMAO stuff.

    Bangin' on the switches like a chimpanzee... - must be a pilot in the cockpit? (With the standard apologies to all the stick actuators, er, I mean pilots out there. No Juvat, I wasn't looking at you.)

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    1. That's the image in my mind too. Thinking of Smurf trying to get the totalizer to fess up to owning more gas than it will admit to...

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  2. I always thought it was "commit" a Mondegreen or perpetuate a Mondegreen.

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    1. You're doubtless correct. I think what I perpetrate is a mumpsimus.

      And now my head hurts...

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  3. A bit of cant- Track Toads are Armor crewmen. MOS 19K. Even though mechanized infantrymen are mounted on tracked vehicles, the tankers still refer to us as "crunchies." We just refer to ourselves as Grunts.

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    1. Ha, busted! I wasn't even close, was I? Seems I'm all about Mondegreens, malaprops and perpetrating mumpsimus these days. That was probably like calling a BB Stacker (Aviation Ordnanceman) "Guns" (Gunners Mate), or a Machinist's Mate "Boats." As for MOS's, I could never figure out why the Army didn't have a simple system like the Navy. ;) Thanks for the steer.

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  4. The "money for nothing" line is spoken two or three times in this,
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NznTzV-bYAk

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