Wednesday, February 16, 2005


(as performed by Madeline Kahn in Blazing Saddles)

Here I stand, the goddess of desire,
Set men on fire,
I have this power.
Morning noon and night, it's drink and dancing,
Some quick romancing,
And then a quick shower.
Stagedoor Johnnies always surround me,
They always hound me,
With one request;
Who can satisfy their lustful habits?
I'm not a rabbit!
I need some rest!

I'm tired,
Sick and tired of love!
I've had my fill of love,
From below and above!
Tired of being admired,
Tired of love uninspired...
Let's face it,
I'm tired!

I've been with thousands of men,
Again and again,
They promise the moon!
They're always coming and going,
Going and coming,
And always too soon!
Right girls?

I'm tired,
Tired of playing the game.
Ain't it a crying shame?
I'm so tired,
God dammit I'm tired!

Hello cowboy, what's your name?
Tex 'mam
Tex 'mam ? Tell me Tex'mam, are you in show business?
We'll then why don't you get your freaking feet off my stage?
La ha
Ah ha he hu...
Hello handsome, is that a 10 gallon hat? Or are you just enjoying the show?
Ah ha ah...
Oh Miss Lilly, oh my laby, oh my pussy cat, put it there baby, put it... ohhhhh

I'm tired,
Tired of playing the game,
Ain't it a crying shame,
I'm so tired!

She's tired
-She's tired
Sick and tired of love
-Give her a break
She's had her fill of love
-She's not a snake
From below and above
-Can't you see she's sick?
-She's bushed
Tired of being admired
-Let her alone
Tired of love uninspired
-Get off the phone
She's tired
-Don't you know she's pooped?

I've been with thousands of men,
Again and again,
They sing the same tune:
They start with Byron and Shelly,
Then jump on your belly,
And bust your balloon!

Tired of playing the game,
Ain't it a freakin' shame,
I'm so...

Let's face it,
Everything below the waist is kaput!


I'm really too tired to post anything, but I just can't leave something up at the top of the page for four days without feeling a twinge of guilt. So I give you this song about how tired I am. I only wish I was tired from fucking thousands of men, again and again... instead of from plain old prosaic work.

My computer at work is more-or-less fixed (still struggling lightly with the email) but I am so far behind that I have been working double-hard all week trying to catch up... I spent the last two and a half days writing minutes, and then I spent several hours updating the database; tomorrow I have to print labels and start labeling envelopes for an election, as well as distributing flyers to all the campuses and preparing for a board meeting. And on Friday, which is in fact a holiday (our district takes off Lincoln's Birthday as well as President's Day) I have to work some more, stuffing the envelopes for that election.

At least I get Monday off. And this weekend is San Francisco Coronation, a multi-event celebration for which I have a couple of too-utterly-dazzling outfits. More about that later... in the meantime, here's a nice slice of cake, and I'm going to bed.


No comments:

Post a Comment