Works in Progress #9: Brown Flamingos

I like this song. It makes me happy. It makes me happy for a number of reasons. First, it’s a summer song about partying on the beach at the lake when you’re not quite sure if you’re old enough to be partying with the older kids. And there are little phrases that poke out like wildflowers on a freeway median: “watermelon kisses,” “a canvas tent held together by bugspray,” “hillbilly arcade.” Best of all, we get to hear Jay sing, “some motherfucker stole all of my crayons,” which — to be completely honest — I feel is worth the price of admission. This song picks up after the campfire scene at the lake in “Crazy Uncle.” The party is dying down and the weirdness is about to begin.

Permanent flip-flop tanlines are a sign that you’re doing something right:

Your screws are not too loose — your screws are not too tight.

Don’t get mad at me man because I figured it out: I don’t want to fight.

Me and her, her and me: I’m afraid I disagree.

You and her, her and you. Do I mind? Yes I do.

They’re playing Whack-a-Yankee down on the beach at the hillbilly arcade.

Her hair smells like the lake and Old Milwaukee.

We’re swapping watermelon kisses in a canvas tent held together with bugspray.

Me and her, her and me: I’m afraid I disagree.

You and her, her and you. Do I mind? Yes I do.

We stick our heads out when we hear a sound like a crashing chandelier.

We see the light and hear a voice that says, “Come on up in here.”

And.

We’ve.

Got.

Brown flamingos, black-and-white rainbows,

Fireworks exploding in sepia-tone.

We’ve got sunsets rendered in shades of gray.

Hasta la vista, amarillo.

Good-bye red and good-bye blue —

They have gone so very far away.

This is not about life lived without love:

Some motherfucker stole all of my crayons.

We’re going to find him: we’re going to make him pay.

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Are you ready for volcanoes?

Are you ready for King Kong?

Are you ready for the bats that live in your hats

And magical creatures gone wrong?

The answer is “No” so don’t be slow — it’s just a fortune cookie song about

Me and her, her and me. I’m afraid I disagree.

You and her, her and you. That won’t do.

Me and her, her and me, I’m afraid to disagree.

You and her, her and you. Well then I do.

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