Thursday, August 4, 2011

Doodie Pie

Happy Fatherhood Friday everyone!

Don’t let the title fool you. This post has nothing whatsoever to do with cow chips, I promise. Trust me, we’ve been reading a children’s book lately that stars, in the cast of characters, a talking cow patty. No joke. And no need to go there.

Nope, today we’re going to talk about song lyrics.

At least what we think the lyrics are.

You know what I’m talking about.

You swear up and down you know the lyrics, only to be crushed to find out that “Sweet Dreams are NOT made of THE YEARS”, but rather just “THIS”.

(As an aside, can anyone explain to me how Annie Lennox can make “this” into a four syllable word?)

What can I say? “Love lift us up WHEN WE WERE WRONG.”

Big Brother has found his botched lyrics song, and it’s Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face”.

The other evening, he asked me, “Dad-E, what’s a ‘doodie pie’?”

Oh no, here we go. Another request for the talking cow patty book.

Not wanting to go there, I stalled with my answer.

“You know, the song where the girl sings ‘doodie pie, doodie pie’?”

Oh, nowIknowwhatyou’retalkingabout.

Uh, Dad-E, how’d you get Poker Face out of “doodie pie”, you’re thinking.

Only because I’ll admit to once thinking that she’s singing “cutie, pie, cutie pie…” instead of CAN’T READ MY (poker face).

And indeed, I play the song, and “that’s the one” and now nobody is confused.

My job here is done.

Have a good weekend,
Don’t step in a “doodie pie”,
We’ll be playing “War” (without Poker Faces),


  1. I visited a friend once, and after a while his girlfriend showed up. Bohemian Rhapsody came on the radio and she started singing along. Very loud and self-assured. Not one word was right. It was glorious.

  2. Chronic lyricosis...Grampap-E has it.

  3. After walking away from the computer for a minute, I decided to comment on the cow pies. Having grown up on a dairy farm in the midwest, I have come across LOTS of cow pies. Once my younger brother even stuck some pieces of straw into one and declared it to be my birthday cake, complete with candles. Even with almost daily exposure to cow patties back on the farm, I have never come across one that talked. haha Next time I come to your house I have to see this book.

  4. Oh man I have the same chronic lyricosis gene but I can't think of any examples at this moment. I get called out on this constantly! Hey some singers just need to enunciate a little better. Love, aunt-e