Dixie Peach: I'm asking nicely

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Thursday, January 12, 2006

I'm asking nicely

Please. Someone get My Humps out of my head. Someone take two grapefruit spoons and dig it out of my brain once and for all.


Blogger Kathy said...

You passed along your earworm, you evil hussy you! :) Now I'm going to be singing it all night.

3:50 AM  
Blogger Miz said... it's in my head too.

My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps....augggghh!!!

4:45 AM  
Blogger amulbunny's random thoughts said...

My kid had it playing from some website yesterday. I saw the video. OMG. Now I'll be thinking of it.....watcha gonna do wit my humps? AAAAARRRGGGHHHH.

Back to your regular blogging.

5:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If you haven't done your time with Pump It or Smells Like Funk, you just don't know....

But I like this new one... if only because it's different from the sweet torment of "if it smells like funk then it must be us..." "we keep it stinky..." "Yeah, that's funky..."

Go check out Gorillaz "Feel Good, Inc." or anything by Fischerspooner.

Never, NEVER let you go!

6:37 AM  
Blogger christina said...

Well thank you SO much. Now that I've read it it's in MY head. :-)Luckily I actually have some grapefruit spoons!

12:14 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

that song makes me splutter it's so awful. my sympathies if it's your current ohrwurm.

2:59 PM  
Blogger jen said...

that song is one of the most wretched songs I have ever heard. I don't know where the WASP in me came from, but I just find it crude. I hate the word hump. but its catchy, isn't it.

5:04 PM  
Blogger Mahala said...

I get some kind of sick, warped pleasure out of turning my computer speakers up just a bit when that song comes on the web radio I listen to at work. I just know it makes my psycho co-worker just a weeeeeeeee bit more psycho.

6:22 PM  
Blogger Mikki Marshall said...

oh gosh, it's true...i have to quickly turn down the volume when the video starts playing or it gets stuck all day!

6:26 PM  
Blogger Dixie said...

You know, aside from the " hump, my hump, my hump" part, I'd never heard this song in its entirety before - mostly because I never listen to the radio when I'm home. But yesterday I was sitting in the car waiting for my MIL to return something in a store and I heard it and that's when the meathook of a song slammed into my brain.

I thought I was going to get desperate and have to listen to some Volksmusik to get it out.

9:03 PM  
Blogger BarefootCajun said...

Several weeks ago, every time I awoke during this particular night (and believe me it was quite a few), my head was playing, not the hook line from that danged song but the verse I find most disturbing:

I met a girl down at the disco
She said "hey, hey, hey let's go.
I can be your baby, you can be my honey, let's make time not money. Mix you milk with my cocoa puffs, milky, milky cocoa, mix your milk with my cocoa puffs, milky, milky high"

It's just wrong on so many levels and I'm actually embarassed to admit that I know the words so well.

9:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

lovely lady lumps make me think about breast cancer. and i just can't dance to breast cancer.

10:30 AM  

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