Walkin' around the practice courts
In the after-season break
Bandages on where you can see
Every player limp and ache
In the after-season break
Bandages on where you can see
Every player limp and ache
Walkin' around the practice courts
Glad to be at season's end
Maybe we'll check our Facebook page
And see if Sloane is still our friend
You may get a wicked kind of feeling when you hear
Voices sounding a bit too jolly:
"Aga missed a backhand volley!"
Walkin' around the practice courts
On a boring winter day
Everyone moving warily
In an awkward clumsy way
You better not shriek
You better not shout
Better hear what
I'm talking about
Allaster is coming to town
You better not shout
Better hear what
I'm talking about
Allaster is coming to town
She's making a thing
To calculate noise
Gonna connect it
Right to your voice
Allaster is coming to town
She hears you when you're screaming
She knows that it's all fake
She knows if you've been loud or quiet
So shut up for goodness sake!
You better not grunt
You better not yell
She's measuring every decibel
Allaster is coming to town
4 comments:
"Maybe we'll check our Facebook page
And see if Sloane is still our friend"
Made me laugh out loud! :D
I can hear Darlene Love singing all the lyrics in my head now. :)
Poor Sloane--she's such an easy target these days. Now I hear Darlene Love in my head!
Nice. New words for the Christmas songs. Thanks, Diane.
Sloane has made herself a target. Better, "Geez, Sloane" than "Poor Sloane-..."
Thanks, Doug. And you're right, of course, but you know, people mature at different ages. Wait and see :)
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