The Tupperware Song
The melody is still a little rough, but the lyrics go something like:
Tupperware here, Tupperware there
Tupperware, Tupperware everywhere
Gets my lunch where it needs to go
But I gotta wash it, woe woe woe
The darkness of the last line ("woe woe woe", reminiscent of Greek or Shakespearean tragedy) belies the songs's ditty-like perky, upbeat tune.
posted by kStyle @ 9:30 PM
8 Comments:
Cute! I'd like to hear it. Do you make songs out of everything? Mrs. Jones and I have been doing it (spur-of-the-moment, melody-free) for years, from the classic "Nothing Like A Bear On The Back Porch" to the more recent "He's The Ricker," about my brother Rick's many personality flaws.
Nice! Would love to hear your songs.
I also make little jingles out of everything. There's my early work, such as "Waiting for a Taxi", which dates back to spring 2002; classic tunes like the morning aria dedicated to hot breakfast cereal,
“Oat-sa-meal-e/Oat-sa-mal-e” and its reprise; and the new hit, “Happy Skin/Happy Feet”, sung only during foot eczema care routines. Of course, there are countless songs dedicated to the cats, as well.
We should book studio time together.
PS If you were to record one of your ditties and post it for download, I would be a very happy kStyle.
Did you know that Dave Barry (a) wrote a song about Tupperware and (b) performed it at one of their conventions? True story.
I'm not as much with the songs; given that I can't carry a tune in a bag, I don't sing much.
Our songs aren't really songs, in the sense of melodies, chords, verses or words that make sense. They are ephemeral bits of hoo-ha, or frou-frou, sung at odd moments and with no effort made at doing anything to make them permanent. Thus to record them would be like capturing a unicorn, stealing a leprechaun's gold, or saving time in a bottle. You need to hang out in the kitchen for a while with an open heart and an open mind, and then one day, you'll hear one.
Sooner or later you'll be expected to sing one, too.
Oh yeah, and some of the songs are just new (and better) words to existing songs, such as "On the Bed Where You Sleep," to the tune of "On the Street Where You Live." And the label on my cod liver oil gave rise to the new reggae hit "Emulsified Norwegian," to the tune of Bob Marley's "Rastaman Vibration."
Narya: I did not know about the Dave Barry Tupperware song. It must be like a treasure.
I'm not sure that carrying a tune is a requirement for kitchen compositions.
Larry: I love it, and of course, you're right. Who's heard of recording a rainbow? A few of my ditties have become more solid because of repetition--many relate to everyday chores and therefore bear daily singing. And the original ditty "Waiting for a Taxi" evolved into a repeatable tune because I had to wait for that taxi a long time. (I'm waiting/for a taxi/on the corner in Ox-ford/I'm waiting/For a taxi/I'm feeling quite absurd)
We also dabble in the genre of improving existing songs' lyrics. A tip: The song "Baby Come Back" makes an especially versatile base.
Then there's "Get up stand up/Get up out of bed/Get up stand up/Though you've got bedhead", useful if you're married to a spouse who tends to oversleep.
My father-in-law, on the other hand, once took a ditty to a whole new level. He wrote a bonafide song--chords, verses, everything--called "I'm Busy". He rhymed "got no time", "occupied", and "step aside". A sophistication far beyond the tunes that float through the air in our kitchen.
Well, I have been known to hang out in kitchens--my own as well as others'--with an open mind and an open heart (and even an open bottle of wine), but the song thing isn't what happens for me. But that's okay, really. I got other kinds of rhythm.
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