I Sing Like a Toad

Like most people, after a hard week of work I feel the need to decompress; you know let my hair down and have some fun. I often like to have fun by going down to the local watering hole where they have karaoke every Friday night. Like most of the people in there, it often takes me a couple of shots of “liquid courage” to get the guts to go up and sing. Well that’s what I call it, singing; however a few of the locals in there would disagree with me on that.

For these folks, and everybody else that has to put up with people like me that think they can sing on Karaoke night; I have written a song. It is sung to the tune “King of the Road”

Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks, I feel alright.

Tin ear, no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but, two hours of sipping drink,

That’s when I start to think,

I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I

Sas flat as piss.

Ah but, When I get up on that stage,

I think that I am all the rage.

I think I sound like Sinatra, but I

Sing like a toad.

I know every singer, and every song,

All of the patrons, we all get along.

But every time I get up there to sing,

They all put in ear plugs so they can’t hear a thing…

Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks I feel alright.

Tin ear no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but two hours of sipping my drink,

That’s when I start to think.

I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I,

Sing like a toad.

I Sing Like a Toad

Like most people, after a hard week of work I feel the need to decompress; you know let my hair down and have some fun. I often like to have fun by going down to the local watering hole where they have karaoke every Friday night. Like most of the people in there, it often takes me a couple of shots of “liquid courage” to get the guts to go up and sing. Well that’s what I call it, singing; however a few of the locals in there would disagree with me on that.
For these folks, and everybody else that has to put up with people like me that think they can sing on Karaoke night; I have written a song. It is sung to the tune “King of the Road”


Karaoke, Friday night,
A few drinks, I feel alright.
Tin ear, no musical sense,
I smoke lots of cigarettes.
Ah but, two hours of sipping drink,
That’s when I start to think,
I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I
Sing like a toad.


Bob Segar, the Ramones,
I get up, and they all moan.
I think that I just can't miss,
But my voice is as flat as piss.
Ah but, When I get up on that stage,
I think that I am all the rage.
I think I sound like Sinatra, but I
Sing like a toad.


I know every singer, and every song,
All of the patrons, we all get along.
But every time I get up there to sing,
They all put in ear plugs so they can’t hear a thing…


Karaoke, Friday night,
A few drinks I feel alright.
Tin ear no musical sense,
I smoke lots of cigarettes.
Ah but two hours of sipping my drink,
That’s when I start to think.
I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I,
Sing like a toad.

The Karaoke Kid

I don't go out much, I pretty much like to hang out on my back porch, drink beer, sip bourbon, smoke cigars, and watch my favorite sports shows on Tivo. You might think that I live a quiet, boring life, but I am plenty happy to just relax when I'm not at work.


However every two weeks I like to get out, kick back a few beers, and belt out a few songs. I like to sing karaoke. I'm not claiming to be a great singer, but unlike many karaoke singers, I can carry a tune.


I used to sing a lot when I was younger and in school. I even was told many times that I looked like Peter Tork of the Monkees. It gives you some idea of how OLD I am, and the songs I sing are pretty much oldies, because I am familiar with them.


There is nothing quite like the adrenaline rush you get, when you can go up in front of a bunch strangers, and just ace the song you are doing.


Bombing, however, is another story. Bombing a song is a very distinct possibility anytime you try out a new song for the first time. There is no rehearsal time, no advance on the key, just sing!


Since I abhor to do the same songs all the time, I put myself at risk quite a bit. Nothing ventured...
I remember that I really wanted to try "Unchain My Heart" by Joe Cocker. I was so afraid of ruining that song, that it took 2 months and 3 shots of tequila, to get me to try it. It was a natural song for me, and now I still sing it from time to time, because it is really a fun song to do.


That's the thing that keeps me coming back, singing is fun. One night every two weeks, I go out and have a few drinks,(I have a designated driver) and sing as if I know how to.


What fun!

YouBoob

When I was young, my brothers and I used to watch TV... a lot of TV! My mother would have to kick us out of the house to get us to play. My parents called the TV "the boob tube". I guess their reasoning was, if you watch too much TV, you would grow up to be a boob. Back in the 60's "boob" was a slang term for what is now referred to as a nerd, or better yet, a jerk.


Move the clock ahead forty years and kids are still entranced with the "boob tube". But these kids have taken it one step farther; they are now the boobs on the tube!


YouTube has given everyone a chance to show the world what an jerk they are! And the kids are taking full advantage of it. They love to make themselves look silly! Like the old saying goes, negative attention is better than no attention at all.


I'm not sure I understand it. When I really need to show the world I'm a jerk, I go out and sing karaoke, or I post a blog. At most, though, I am showing myself off to a couple hundred people, not a few million like you can with YouTube.


And appearing is so easy to do. You just need to rig up your cheesy computer camera so it points at you (and not the dirty house and dishes behind you), log on, and create! Video magic for all to see!


Wait a second -- I think I see the light...Yes! I, too, can be a star! My next article will not be appearing on ezines.com. Instead, there will just be a website for you to click on, and then you will be able to see me actually read my next post to you.


Hope I remember to comb my hair. .

I Sing Like a Toad

Like most people, after a hard week of work I feel the need to decompress; you know let my hair down and have some fun. I often like to have fun by going down to the local watering hole where they have karaoke every Friday night. Like most of the people in there, it often takes me a couple of shots of “liquid courage” to get the guts to go up and sing. Well that’s what I call it, singing; however a few of the locals in there would disagree with me on that.

For these folks, and everybody else that has to put up with people like me that think they can sing on Karaoke night; I have written a song. It is sung to the tune“King of the Road”

Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks, I feel alright.

Tin ear, no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but, two hours of sipping drink,

That’s when I start to think,

I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I

Sing like a toad.

Bob Segar, the Ramones,

I get up, and they all moan.

I think that I just can't miss,

But my voice is as flat as piss.

Ah but, When I get up on that stage,

I think that I am all the rage.

I think I sound like Sinatra, but I

Sing like a toad.

I know every singer, and every song,

All of the patrons, we all get along.

But every time I get up there to sing,

They all put in ear plugs so they can’t hear a thing…

Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks I feel alright.

Tin ear no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but two hours of sipping my drink,

That’s when I start to think.

I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I,

Sing like a toad.

I Sing Like a Toad

Like most people, after a hard week of work I feel the need to decompress; you know let my hair down and have some fun. I often like to have fun by going down to the local watering hole where they have karaoke every Friday night. Like most of the people in there, it often takes me a couple of shots of “liquid courage” to get the guts to go up and sing. Well that’s what I call it, singing; however a few of the locals in there would disagree with me on that.

For these folks, and everybody else that has to put up with people like me that think they can sing on Karaoke night; I have written a song. It is sung to the tune “King of the Road”

Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks, I feel alright.

Tin ear, no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but, two hours of sipping drink,

That’s when I start to think,

I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I

Sing like a toad.

Bob Segar, the Ramones,

I get up, and they all moan.

I think that I just can't miss,

But my voice is as flat as piss.

Ah but, When I get up on that stage,

I think that I am all the rage.

I think I sound like Sinatra, but I

Sing like a toad.

I know every singer, and every song,

All of the patrons, we all get along.

But every time I get up there to sing,

They all put in ear plugs so they can’t hear a thing…

Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks I feel alright.

Tin ear no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but two hours of sipping my drink,

That’s when I start to think.

I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I,

Sing like a toad.

I Sing Like A Toad

Like most people, after a hard week of work I feel the need to decompress; you know let my hair down and have some fun. I often like to have fun by going down to the local watering hole where they have karaoke every Friday night. Like most of the people in there, it often takes me a couple of shots of “liquid courage” to get the guts to go up and sing. Well that’s what I call it, singing; however a few of the locals in there would disagree with me on that.

For these folks, and everybody else that has to put up with people like me that think they can sing on Karaoke night; I have written a song. It is sung to the tune “King of the Road”

Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks, I feel alright.

Tin ear, no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but, two hours of sipping drink,

That’s when I start to think,

I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I

Sing like a toad.

Bob Segar, the Ramones,

I get up, and they all moan.

I think that I just can't miss,

But my voice is as flat as piss.

Ah but, When I get up on that stage,

I think that I am all the rage.

I think I sound like Sinatra, but I

Sing like a toad.

I know every singer, and every song,

All of the patrons, we all get along.

But every time I get up there to sing,

They all put in ear plugs so they can’t hear a thing…

Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks I feel alright.

Tin ear no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but two hours of sipping my drink,

That’s when I start to think.

I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I,

Sing like a toad....I sing like a toad.

The Karaoke Kid

I don't go out much, I pretty much like to hang out on my back porch, drink beer, sip bourbon, smoke cigars, and watch my favorite sports shows on Tivo. You might think that I live a quiet, boring life, but I am plenty happy to just relax when I'm not at work.

However every two weeks I like to get out, kick back a few beers, and belt out a few songs. I like to sing karaoke. I'm not claiming to be a great singer, but unlike many karaoke singers, I can carry a tune.

I used to sing a lot when I was younger and in school. I even was told many times that I looked like Peter Tork of the Monkees. It gives you some idea of how OLD I am, and the songs I sing are pretty much oldies, because I am familiar with them.

There is nothing quite like the adrenaline rush you get, when you can go up in front of a bunch strangers, and just ace the song you are doing.

Bombing, however, is another story. Bombing a song is a very distinct possibility anytime you try out a new song for the first time. There is no rehearsal time, no advance on the key, just sing!

Since I abhor to do the same songs all the time, I put myself at risk quite a bit. Nothing ventured... I remember that I really wanted to try "Unchain My Heart" by Joe Cocker. I was so afraid of ruining that song, that it took 2 months and 3 shots of tequila, to get me to try it. It was a natural song for me, and now I still sing it from time to time, because it is really a fun song to do.

That's the thing that keeps me coming back, singing is fun. One night every two weeks, I go out and have a few drinks,(I have a designated driver) and sing as if I know how to. What fun!

I Sing Like a Toad

Like most people, after a hard week of work I feel the need to decompress; you know let my hair down and have some fun. I often like to have fun by going down to the local watering hole where they have karaoke every Friday night. Like most of the people in there, it often takes a couple of rounds of brews to get the guts to go up and sing. Well that's what I call it, singing; however a few of the locals in there would disagree with me on that.

For these folks, and everybody else that has to put up with people like me that think they can sing on Karaoke night; I have written a song. It is sung to the tune "King of the Road"

Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks, I feel alright.

Tin ear, no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but, two hours of sipping drink,

That's when I start to think,

I'm gonna get up there and sing like Elvis, but I

Sing like a toad.

Bob Segar, the Ramones,

I get up, and they all moan.

I think that I just can't miss,

But my voice is as flat as piss.

Ah but, When I get up on that stage,

I think that I am all the rage.

I think I sound like Sinatra, but I

Sing like a toad.

I know every singer, and every song,

All of the patrons, we all get along.

But every time I get up there to sing,

They all put in ear plugs so they can't hear a thing...

Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks I feel alright.

Tin ear no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but two hours of sipping my drink,

That's when I start to think.

I'm gonna get up there and sing like Elvis, but I,

Sing like a toad.

King of the Road

I Sing Like a Toad

Like most people, after a hard week of work I feel the need to decompress; you know let my hair down and have some fun. I often like to have fun by going down to the local watering hole where they have karaoke every Friday night. Like most of the people in there, it often takes me a couple of shots of “liquid courage” to get the guts to go up and sing. Well that’s what I call it, singing; however a few of the locals in there would disagree with me on that.

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For these folks, and everybody else that has to put up with people like me that think they can sing on Karaoke night; I have written a song. It is sung to the tune “King of the Road”

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Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks, I feel alright.

Tin ear, no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but, two hours of sipping drink,

That’s when I start to think,

I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I

Sing like a toad.

>

Bob Segar, the Ramones,

I get up, and they all moan.

I think that I just can't miss,

But my voice is as flat as piss.

Ah but, When I get up on that stage,

I think that I am all the rage.

I think I sound like Sinatra, but I

Sing like a toad.

>

I know every singer, and every song,

All of the patrons, we all get along.

But every time I get up there to sing,

They all put in ear plugs so they can’t hear a thing…

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Karaoke, Friday night,

A few drinks I feel alright.

Tin ear no musical sense,

I smoke lots of cigarettes.

Ah but two hours of sipping my drink,

That’s when I start to think.

I’m gonna get up there and sound like Elvis, but I,

Sing like a toad.

YouBoob

When I was young, my brothers and I used to watch TV... a lot of TV! My mother would have to kick us out of the house to get us to play. My parents called the TV "the boob tube". I guess their reasoning was, if you watch too much TV, you would grow up to be a boob. Back in the 60's "boob" was a slang term for what is now referred to as a nerd, or better yet, a jerk.

Move the clock ahead forty years and kids are still entranced with the "boob tube". But these kids have taken it one step farther; they are now the boobs on the tube! YouTube has given everyone a chance to show the world what an a-hole they are! And the kids are taking full advantage of it. They love to make themselves look silly! Like the old saying goes, negative attention is better than no attention at all.

I'm not sure I understand it. When I really need to show the world I'm a jerk, I go out and sing karaoke, or I post a blog. At most, though, I am showing myself off to a couple dozen people, not a few million like you can with YouTube. And it's so easy to do. You just need to rig up your cheesy computer camera so it points at you (and not the dirty dishes behind you), log on, and create! Video magic for all to see!

Wait a second -- I think I see the light...Yes! I, too, can be a star! My next post will not be appearing on Blogger. Instead, there will just be a website for you to click on, and then you will be able to see me actually read my next post to you.

Hope I remember to comb my hair.
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