All Apologies...

Hmm.

Yesterday, Alvin and I covered 'Stairway To Heaven', but we converted it into a parody. the name of this parody is 'She Can't Sing For Nuts', and we received a couple of feedback notes about our song, which poked fun (insulted is more close) at Zelda.

The feedback from my classmate was this: I should not have sang the song and given away who i was singing about, because it showed a sense of malice and insensitivity on my part. I completely agree... I couldn't have been more rude.

Therefore.... The Fuzzy Green Grass has hereby agreed never to sing 'She Can't Sing For Nuts' in open, only to ourselves, and reserve our thoughts about Zelda's lousy singing to ourselves (if Zelda will allow it anyway). Anyway, even if we don't say anything, your ears'll be bleeding when you hear her singing.

Here's the Lyrics:

She Can't Sing For Nuts (Stairway To Heaven)

There's a lady who's sure, all she utters is gold...
And she cannot sing for nuts.
When she gets here she'll know, why our ears are all closed...
with a word to shut her trap up.

Ooooh, ooooh, and she cannot sing a song for nuts.

There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure
Cuz you know sometimes words have two meanings.

If you read our book, you will find what you read
isn't always underrated.

Ooooh, makes me wonder.
Ooooh, makes me shudder...

There's a feeling I get, when she opens her trap
and my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen her stoned in the streets
by those who can't stand it any longer.

And it's whispered that soon, if she will sing in tune
then she will finally listen to reason.
And the new day will dawn, for those who suffered long
and our voices will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your earhole don't jump the gun now
it's just her building up on lame steam.
Yes, there's a certain way to ignore her, but if it ain't fun
there's still time to throw the rope at her.

Your head is humming and it won't go because we all know
that she is calling and we're running.
Dear lady can you hear our ears groan, and did you know?
That you are making such a great din.

Aaaah, aaaah.

Solo (first the banjo then the electric guitar)

And as we run on down the road,
her voice is louder that our soles.
Here comes the lady we all know,
who can't sing and wants to know
Why we are feeling oh so cold
And if she listens very hard
The truth will come to you at last
Why everytime we catch no ball
Guess everyone will surely know.....

That she cannot sing.... for nuts.....


Ok, fine, Me and Alvin are two very wicked people when it comes to such matters (parodies), and we always try to top oursleves, so watch out dudes!!!

Cheers,

Crawldaddy