One of the strange things about having a kid is that a new genre of music suddenly invades your life and takes up housekeeping. Many of these songs demonstrate an ability to get stuck in one's head and never leave. That's how, recently, I found myself quietly singing "Baby Beluga" one evening while walking the dog. In public. It couldn't have been something cool, like Metallica's "The Unforgiven" that decided to take up residence in my brain. It had to be "Baby Beluga".
Thursday, October 01, 2009
The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round for All Eternity
One of the strange things about having a kid is that a new genre of music suddenly invades your life and takes up housekeeping. Many of these songs demonstrate an ability to get stuck in one's head and never leave. That's how, recently, I found myself quietly singing "Baby Beluga" one evening while walking the dog. In public. It couldn't have been something cool, like Metallica's "The Unforgiven" that decided to take up residence in my brain. It had to be "Baby Beluga".
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Singing; that's how it begins. Then a few years later as you're driving your boss and his boss somewhere, you point out the window and say, "See the sheep?"
Sing your little song, sing for all your friends.
We like to hear you!
Wait till she's older and you're singing along to Britany or the resident teeny bopper of the day.
My wife tried to get me to sing Baby Beluga to our newly adopted girl. It ain't happening - we (baby & I) sing Leonard Cohen and Tom Waits songs . . .
Baby beluga in the deep blue sea.
Swims so wild and she swims so free.
Baby beluga in the deep blue sea.
Is your Daddy home?
Is your Daddy home
with you, so happy?
Baby beluga in the deep blue sea.
But how can one resist the bridge section?
BAAAY-bee Be-LUUUUUU-gah
BAAAY-bee Be-LUUUUUU-gah
Just wait till it's "The Song that Never Ends." That is the absolute worst.
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