It all started with my hubs saying, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!” and me mistaking the expression for something Keenan Thompson performed on Saturday Night Live. I wasn’t aware that it was from a 2012 news report on a fire that broke out in an apartment building, and that some creative guys took the interview of the woman affected, Sweet Brown, and autotuned it to create the smash hit, “Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That”. It was an instant hit on iTunes! …In 2012?! Begs the question: Where the hell have I been?
I don’t wanna go to rehab, people, but I just might have to if I can’t stop singing, “Lord Jesus, it’s a fire!” Over and over again. The song is so catchy, I hear it in my sleep!
I got up to get me a cold pop, and I thought someone was barbequein’…
I said, Lord Jesus, it’s a fire, and I ran out, I didn’t grab no shoes or nothin’ Jesus,
I ran for my life!
Not exactly profound lyrics, but I could see myself saying these exact words in a similar situation. The video is pretty funny too.
Anyway, thanks again to my hubs, I have been directed to the netherworld of autotuned news reports on YouTube, including Antoine Dodson’s Bed Intruder song, and Charles Ramsey’s Dead Giveaway. These songs are not Grammy worthy, but they are seriously catchy. I am in the throes of a serious looped earworm where I find myself singing “Hide yo kids hide yo wife hide yo kids hide yo wife” and “We ate ribs with that dude, but we didn’t have a clue...” in the shower, while I cook dinner, clean the fish tank, pump gas…
Hot damn, I think I need help. Do yourself a favour and do
not listen to any of these. You’ll have to go to Earworm Rehab too, and ain’t nobody got time for that!