(6) I enjoy making up new lyrics to timeless songs, essentially ruining them for others forever. Not complete songs, of course, just the most memorable parts and I randomly sing them to myself in front of student, co-workers, friends, family. I'm convinced they'll never forgive me.
A Christmas example:
"Christmas Shoes" Original:
"Sir, I want to buy these shoes,
For my momma please.
It's Christmas Eve
and these shoes are just her size.
Can you hurry sir?
My Daddy says there's not much time
You see, she's been sick for quite a while
And I, know these shoes will make her smile
And I, want her to look beautiful
If Momma meets Jesus tonight."
"Christmas Shoes" Post-Greg Slaughter:
"Man, I'm gonna take des shoes,
For ma hommies please.
It's Christmas Eve
and these shoes are just my size.
Can you hurry, dude,
ma hommies say there ain't much time.
Cause I really want to get away
And I, know the cops are on their way
And I, really want to take des shoes
In case, I hit the slammer tonight."
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