Livin la Vida Sola
A song for while Fresh is gone

She's into animation. Family Guy and Simpsons too
I feel a premonition that girl's gonna like Apu
She’s into oscillation, and I’m her biggest fan
She’s into rehydration, Diet Coke in a nice cold can

She has to take her clothes off, ‘cause the temperature’s insane
She can’t take the heat but likes the kitchen all the same
So hot she’s got a migraine!

[CHORUS:]
Eating from the pot, she's livin la vida sola
Watching chick flick schlock, livin la vida sola
Her hair is unwashed and her feet are the color mocha
Dishes all piled up, livin la vida sola Come On!
Livin la vida sola, Come on!
She's livin la vida sola.

Woke up in the basement, all sweaty and slippery
Got no car and got no money, hanging out at the library
She hasn’t cooked for days and lives off takeout rice
She may still be a queen, but where’s the freakin’ ice?
Mochaccino would be nice, yeah!
- posted by Susan Clarke @ 8:46 AM

 
Song for Maria
Long story short, some commenter on Maria’s blog thinks she owns some bike called the Norco Rideau. He is, of course, wrong. However, I have been making reference to her non-existent bike regularly on her blog. Just because I’m a pain in the butt.

Today, she is claiming that her bike is better than mine, which led me to write the fabulous new Ice Queen hit:

Norco (To the tune of Milkshake)

My Norco brings all the boys to the blog,
and my bike
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
ring my bell
and I’ll have to charge

I know you want it,
the frame that makes me,
what the guys go crazy for.
They want my wheels
to cop a feel
tho it’s not real

[Chorus x2]
la la-la la la,
gear it up.
lala-lalala,
the boys are waiting

My Norco brings all the boys to the blog,
and my bike
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
ring my bell
and I’ll have to charge

you can see me on it,
you want to ride it
can’t hide it, as I pedal by on it
check out my seat,
you know it can’t be beat,
banana seat booty superfreak!

[Chorus x2]
la la-la la la,
gear it up,
la la-la la la,
the boys are waiting,

My Norco brings all the boys to the blog,
and my bike
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
ring my bell
and I’ll have to charge

just to keep it real
pimped my bike: I got me headlights
elastics on my pant cuffs
go so fast I breeze through red lights
got hockey cards in my spokes
I’m all mirrors and no smoke
you know you want to, just ask it
I’ll let you put your bag in my basket

[Chorus x2]
lala-lalala,
gear it up,
lala-lalala,
the boys are waiting,

My Norco brings all the boys to the blog,
and my bike
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
ring my bell
and I’ll have to charge
- posted by Susan Clarke @ 6:42 AM