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March 22, 2005

Tomorrow I have to do chemotherapy. Since I have to suffer, I fully expect each of you to read completely through the lyrics to the Ashlee Simpson song "La La." Come to think of it, I'm not sure which is worse.

"La La"

You can dress me up in diamonds
You can dress me up in dirt
You can throw me like a line-man
I like it better when it hurts

Oh, I have waited here for you
I have waited

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid
Where I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

You can meet me on an aero-plane
Or in the back of the bus
You can throw me like a boomerang
I'll come back and beat you up

Oh, I have waited here for you
Dont, keep me waiting

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid
Where I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid
Where I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

I feel safe with you
I can be myself tonight
It's alright, with you
Cuz you hold, my secrets tight
You do, You do

You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid
When I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid
Where I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la

Posted by Dan at March 22, 2005 09:53 PM

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stop. for the love of god stop.

please.

stop.

now.

Posted by: Ara at March 23, 2005 12:07 AM

Excellent!

Now if we can get William Shatner to record a cover of it, we'll have THE GREATEST WEAPON KNOWN TO MAN!!1

Ahem.

Posted by: Larime at March 23, 2005 01:09 AM

Before I read a word, I saw your post and thought, huh, Brain Candy...why not the usual title? Well, why not warn your readers a little better next time and entitle future posts in this vein, Brain Poison.

Posted by: Nathan at March 23, 2005 02:45 AM

Nathan,

Next time? You mean you want more?

Posted by: Dan at March 23, 2005 07:21 AM

Dan, Dan, get a grip... maybe it's not what you and all your other web-wonks are thinking. I'M thinking that "la la," being translated, means "puke." As in "you make me wanna la la on the kitchen floor..." Kinda goes with the lyrics, and after reading through it, I'm sort of nauseous TOO... What a way to garner empathy for your chemo day!

Posted by: Gail at March 23, 2005 08:59 PM

I used to like the Orange Bowl. Now its just ruined forever!

Posted by: John at March 23, 2005 11:42 PM

How does one La La on the kitchen floor?

Posted by: Alex at March 24, 2005 05:46 PM

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