
Beeing

Woody Woodhouse

Spunk Art Therapy

Bigger Beeing

Glenda: “I don’t need no stinking SAT!”
I Am A Man is one of my favorite parodies. It’s such a perfect description of a man put to the music of I Am Women by Helen Reddy. Paul Shanklin is one of my inspirations for parodies along with Weird Al Yankovic. Lyrics are at the bottom of the post.




The toad that came in from the rain.



We have jugs, fountains, and bowls of water for the cats. Now, we have to leave a cup of water out for the jumping spiders.

I Am A Man
Lyrics by Paul Shanklin
Music by Ray Burton
Pull my finger, hear me roar
Like ten thousand times before
And you know that when I listen, I pretend
‘Cause I’ve heard it all before
Pick your socks up off the floor
But you know that I’ll just throw them down again
Oh, yes, I’m right, but it’s wisdom born with pain
Yes, I paid the price; just look how much I’ve gained
If I have to, I can eat anything
I am wrong (wrong)
I am insensitive (insensitive)
I’m a man
You can try, but never break me
‘Cause my mama never made me
Do nothin’ ’round the house but lick the bowl
I’ve got bigger things to ponder
I’m not the one who’s supposed to launder
Where are more batteries for my remote?
Whoa, yes, I’m right
But it’s wisdom born with pain
Yes, I’ll pay the price
But I get to watch the game
If I have to
I can fix anything
I am wrong (wrong)
I am insensitive ((insensitive)
I’m a man
Don’t you forget it, baby
I am man; watch me mow
See me swing just like a pro
And I still like Lucky Charms with eggs and ham
But she’s still a little slow
With a long, long way to go
How can I make your mama understand?
Oh, yes, I’m right
Or else I know who to blame
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I’ve gained
If I have to
I can sleep anywhere
I am wrong (wrong)
Sure, I’m insensitive (Neanderthal)
I’m a man
I’m a man
That’s right
Don’t you forget it
I’m gonna have fun tonight
I’m headed down to the bowling alley with Tony
And we’re not gonna come back ’til 3 a.m.
You have a trailer all to yourself
Come on, Bubba, let’s go
What do you mean your wife wants you to stay home?
Are you some kind of wimp? Or what?
Everybody wants to get in on the Off Center & Not Even music scene these days. We came across a group of toads (Bufo woodhousii) in the bosque last night that call themselves The Kaleidoscopic Croakers, which is rather obvious from the photo I took of them under the light of our phones. They croaked out a bluegrass-like tune for us that they call A Chorus of Crazy Croaking.

Critters in blue: http://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2015/9/a-touch-of-blue