My Song

Since some members of the team I work for have an (unhealthy) obsession with Taylor Swift, I thought it might be appropriate that I simultaneously pay tribute to my job and the great country star whose music consistently shows up on long road trips. Now, I'll be the first to admit that my parody song-writing skills are subpar ... but the basic idea is there. Enjoy.

(For those of you who don't know how the actual song goes... you should probably climb out from under that rock you are living under and click here)

MY SONG

I was riding shotgun, with my polo on

In an empty charter bus

It’s a shopping trip, got my list in grip,

Getting food for us

I shop around, put the junk food down

Boss says “Only granola please”

I say nothing, I am just thinking

About post-game munchies

And I think

My song is a buzzer-beating shot

Sneaking out late, trying not to get caught

When I’m at the store again, I thought

Who drank the Gatorade that I bought?

My song is a buzzing scoreboard

The first game “Man, I didn’t see it when that b&#)@ scored”

And when I got home ‘fore I said amen

Asking God if we could play them again.

I was walking to the charter bus

After shootaround one day

Went extra long, the bus smelled wrong

Like the trash I’d thrown away

Got to the Hilton, ready to run

To my hotel bed

I almost didn’t notice all the coaches

Who made me carry their luggage

My song is a buzzer-beating shot

Sneaking out late, trying not to get caught

When I’m at the store again, I thought

Who drank the Gatorade that I bought?

My song is a buzzing scoreboard

The first game “Man, I didn’t see it when that b&#)@ scored”

And when I got home ‘fore I said amen

Asking God if we could play them again.

I’ve been to every city, jumped on all the hotel beds

Waiting for something to come along

That was as good as my song.

My song is a buzzer-beating shot

Sneaking out late, trying not to get caught

When I’m at the store again, I thought

Who drank the Gatorade that I bought?

My song is a buzzing scoreboard

The first game “Man, I didn’t see it when that b&#)@ scored”

And when I got home ‘fore I said amen

Asking God if we could play them again.

I was riding shotgun, with my polo on

In an empty charter bus

I grabbed a pen and an old napkin

And I wrote down my song.