Dinner Desire, Tuesday Night Bouncing Ball Sing-a-long, & Dinner Reality

 

Best Experienced With:          Bob Schneider;    40 Dogs

(please right click on the link below to open the song in a new browser window or the Tuesday night sing-a-long won’t be terribly exciting for you.  Sitting there following the bouncing balls with no music in the background is only 23% as fun as following the bouncing ball and singing along with the music.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6w5Y05f0Lig

 

Thanks for stopping by this evening.  We’re going to bring back something we have not done on a Tuesday night in years:  a bouncing ball sing-a-long, led by Mr. Bob Schneider from Austin, Texas.   Horn em’ hooks!   Or whatever….

Just after the dinner desire photo, you’ll find Mr. Schneider’s lyrics and helpful bouncing balls to follow.  We all sing like bags of rabid cats being pummeled against a wall so feel free to belt it out.   Really explore the space and give us all more cow bell.

 

 Ready?    5,6,7,8……………

 

Well if I spell it out, if I get it out,
Will you hear me when I tell you about
What I have to say, before it gets too late?
It’s not as easy as I said it’d be,
But there’s something right about you and me,
Something right about you and me.

 

 

 

Well you’re the color of a bird, a brook..
You’re the color of a sideways look from an undercover cop in a comic book
You’re the color of a storm in June,
You’re the color of the moon.
You’re the color of the night, that’s right,
Color of a fight – you move me.
You’re the color of the colored part of The Wizard of Oz movie.

 

We’re like Romeo and Juliet,
We’re like 40 dogs, cigarettes,
We’re like good times that haven’t happened yet but will.
And I can tell you where we’re gonna be
When the whole world falls to the sea:
We’ll be livin’ ever after, happily.

 

All the boys taking you for granted,
Tell you what they want with their eyes all slanted.
I don’t like the way they look at you,
I don’t like the way they talk to,
I don’t like the way they talk to you.
I wouldn’t let ’em talk to you like that.

 

 

Put ’em up high, reach for the ceiling.
Tell them that I’ma walk, damn it, I’m real,
And it ain’t no crime, it’s just dreams we’re stealing –
Anything to get more of this feeling


You take the high and I’ll take the low,
We’ll get there before you know.
We ain’t got no time to waste,
We got too much life to taste.

 

 

 

We’re like Romeo and Juliet,
And 40 dogs, cigarettes,
We’re like good times that haven’t happened yet but will.
And I can tell you where we’re gonna be
When the whole world falls to the sea:
We’ll be living’ ever after, happily.

Sometimes you remind me of a moonbeam,
On the ghost of a moonbeam out on the beach,
Down by the coast, slip into the night,
Like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

 

Come out tonight, come out with me, baby.
We’ll throw the careful into the crazy,
Turn the sky black into a sky blue,
Turn the close shave into a whoo-hoo.
What I say is true, to make a fire, gotta burn a few,
To make a fire, gotta burn a few,
We can do what we want to do.

We’re like Romeo and Juliet, 40 dogs, cigarettes,
We’re like good times that haven’t happened yet but will.
I can tell you where we’re gonna be
When the whole world falls to the sea:
We’ll be living ever after, happily.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well done.   Thanks for joining.   Bonsoir, salut, a revoir, and a demain…..

 

 

 

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2 responses to “Dinner Desire, Tuesday Night Bouncing Ball Sing-a-long, & Dinner Reality

  1. Kristi

    We call that “camping pasta” around here. Makes it more fun. We call that song awesome.

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