I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends
A chance to share old memories and play our songs again
When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name
No one recognized me, I didn't look the same
CHORUS
But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well.
You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself
People came from miles around, everyone was there
Yoko brought her walrus, there was magic in the air
'n' over in the corner, much to my surprise
Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan's shoes wearing his disguise
CHORUS
lott-in-dah-dah-dah, lot-in-dah-dah-dah
Played them all the old songs, thought that's why they came
No one heard the music, we didn't look the same
I said hello to "Mary Lou", she belongs to me
When I sang a song about a honky-tonk, it was time to leave
CHORUS
lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)
lot-in-dah-dah-dah
Someone opened up a closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode
Playing guitar like a-ringin' a bell and lookin' like he should
If you gotta play at garden parties, I wish you a lotta luck
But if memories were all I sang, I rather drive a truck
CHORUS
lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)
lot-in-dah-dah-dah
'n' it's all right now, learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself
Hi World,
How are you? Not sure why this song popped into my head just now or why I felt the need to rush here and post the lyrics. It might be because someone dropped me and I feel sad. It might be because Suniverse asked me if I was going to Blogher so we could meet up and that made me so very happy. Might be because I follow every impulse assuming there is a greater cause I'm serving. Not because I am psychic, but because I am a tool (Ha). Does one of you out there need to hear this message? Hmmm? Please let me know so that I don't feel like a total loser for posting the lyrics to a simplistic seventies song. A song I totally love, by the way, so don't be dissing my song.
Hope you are all doing well and by the way, Happy New Year a couple months late.
Chicken out
PS Ok which one of you bastards dropped me? I'm not bitter. Really, I'm not. Bitter. At. All.
A chance to share old memories and play our songs again
When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name
No one recognized me, I didn't look the same
CHORUS
But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well.
You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself
People came from miles around, everyone was there
Yoko brought her walrus, there was magic in the air
'n' over in the corner, much to my surprise
Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan's shoes wearing his disguise
CHORUS
lott-in-dah-dah-dah, lot-in-dah-dah-dah
Played them all the old songs, thought that's why they came
No one heard the music, we didn't look the same
I said hello to "Mary Lou", she belongs to me
When I sang a song about a honky-tonk, it was time to leave
CHORUS
lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)
lot-in-dah-dah-dah
Someone opened up a closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode
Playing guitar like a-ringin' a bell and lookin' like he should
If you gotta play at garden parties, I wish you a lotta luck
But if memories were all I sang, I rather drive a truck
CHORUS
lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)
lot-in-dah-dah-dah
'n' it's all right now, learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself
Hi World,
How are you? Not sure why this song popped into my head just now or why I felt the need to rush here and post the lyrics. It might be because someone dropped me and I feel sad. It might be because Suniverse asked me if I was going to Blogher so we could meet up and that made me so very happy. Might be because I follow every impulse assuming there is a greater cause I'm serving. Not because I am psychic, but because I am a tool (Ha). Does one of you out there need to hear this message? Hmmm? Please let me know so that I don't feel like a total loser for posting the lyrics to a simplistic seventies song. A song I totally love, by the way, so don't be dissing my song.
Hope you are all doing well and by the way, Happy New Year a couple months late.
Chicken out
PS Ok which one of you bastards dropped me? I'm not bitter. Really, I'm not. Bitter. At. All.
It was me.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't me.
ReplyDeleteI remember hearing this song for the very first time, standing in my parent's kitchen. I remember thinking that it was a great song. Thanks for the trip down memory lane, Chicken.
Glad you're back.
CB
Cryptic song lyrics make me giddy too.
ReplyDeleteIf I could follow you twice to make up for the loser who dropped you, I would.
ReplyDeleteTheir loss, Chicken. Their loss.
Happy New February.
Loved Ricky Nelson. Their loss for dropping chicken, who BTW should definitely go to BlogHer. I already have my ticket to go!
ReplyDeleteshit, you've posted. does this mean i need to post? ughh.
ReplyDeletehope you've been pleasuring yourself. i mean PLEASING yourself. like the lyrics.
happy valentines day, chicken. i'm still in love with you.
Poppy! I don't believe it. Does not compute. nanananna I can't hear you.
ReplyDeleteDBS-my walrus agrees with us!
Hi CB. Your memory is astounding! I have no idea where I was when I heard this song but I do not believe there was a garden party involved. The only garden parties I ever was invited to were the ones in our garden. My Dad invited us. To pick string beans. And pull weeds. Regrets were not an option and I-pods didn't exist.
Thanks Lucky. Feeling the love over here. BTW, I had a room block this week with a reality show production company. I thought of you. That would be so cool if you came to stay with us.
Meg, you are going to? Man. I wanna go waaahhh
That's right PPunker! Tag you are it! I'll be along shortly to check on you:-)
NEVER DROP YOU.
ReplyDeletePLEASE LET'S MEET.
Garden parties are notoriously fun, particularly when you get to dress up in fancy frocks. Let's do that, too.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
Hi Suniverse! No fancy frocks for me-my big ankles bug me. I'll wear some smashing pants and you wear the fancy frock, ok, Darling?
ReplyDeletedone! your visits were one of the reasons i decided my blog is worth keeping. smooches.
ReplyDeleteYou are the best, Chicken. Don't let some jerkie jerks get you down!
ReplyDeleteWell done, Punker, Well done
ReplyDeleteLucky-you are the nicest person. Seriously. Thanks
Who would drop my darling Chicken? Who? Let me at em!!!!
ReplyDeleteI forgot to tell you something. I used to have a cat named Blue, too! We deep, a little warped, Bob Schneider loving minds think alike, you know.
And speaking of those kind of minds, Suniverse is the best, the absolute best. I love her. And I love you, too, Chicken.
I love you, Joann! Are you going to Blog Her?
ReplyDeleteYoo hoo, Chicken. Where are you? Stop sulking and come out to play!
ReplyDelete