Cheers to the Bacon Skies

I am proud to say my family is an award winning lyrical-mutilating talent.  If there were an award for such a thing.  We know how to completely pulverize a song of its lyrics to the point of no recognition.  Even when we try to hum it, the song takes on a whole new aura that will paralyze and sometimes put to sleep even the best of interpreters.  But there is one among us who reigns supreme in this category.  One who has no understanding of the English language thus, can add any ole’ conjugation to make a classic there very own.  That would be my six year old son, Nazir.

Seriously, this kid is pretty talented.  He really doesn’t hear the words.  I think its partly because we don’t curse, talk about crime in the news nor watch any television that he doesn’t recognize what’s being said in songs.  When we’re on the X2 Metro bus (AKA, the Zoo Bus), the swears fly over his sweet little noggin that’s full of magical stuff I can’t comprehend.

To him, the songs aren’t about the words but the rhythm and sounds of the words and I guess what makes sense in his world.  Let me say, it makes for poignant renditions of hits like The Alphabet Song, Old MacDonald and Pumped Up Kicks.

He still doesn’t realize they are singing about a young person having homicidal thoughts.  The lyrics he doesn’t try to sort through.  So call me bad mom if you’d like, but I find his chorus much more appropriate and relatable; “Run better run, faster than my momma!”  Therefore, we crank this up to the max all of the time when we’re feeling the need to jump around and work out those urges to do things that will cause one’s momma to come after them.

Anyway, Naz’s newest stroke of genius is to an oldie but 90’s goodie, No Diggity.  My husband likes the cover by Chet Faker so Nazir has heard this version a million times now.

While I was standing at the bus stop waiting with my two boys, Nazir starts singing “Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, hey yaaaa – Cheers to the jaded skies.”  I thought, “that was original.”  But what does he know about being jaded?    I didn’t say anything.  My oldest son and I just looked at each other and laughed.  I guess that made poor Naz insecure.  (We laugh at his antics often and he’s so sincere.  He’s being serious when those darn things come out of his mouth.)  So he began to talk about it being lunch time and how hungry he was.

We sat there for a bit longer, but apparently the song couldn’t escape his head.  So he began to hum it again, getting louder and louder.  Then he belted out “CHEERS TO THE BACON SKIES!!!”

Now, we don’t eat bacon often.  In fact, we teeter on being a vegetarian family, though my oldest is not a big fan of tofu-anything.  But Naz and I do like to get our bacon fix on once in a blue moon.  Well, here it is…

Blue Moon.

So here’s to my young Weird Al Yankovic and to all of you who like this post.  I hope you enjoy Chet Faker singing No Diggity.  Maybe afterward, it’ll prompt you to fix yourself a meal with some salty, fatty goodness.  Or if you’re in D.C., check out Good Stuff Eatery and order their Obama burger.

peace