Now, I think I have found a new favourite comedy song, really for sure. Weird Al has some
great tunes, no doubt about it, but I have managed to locate someone who has the same
crude type of humor that I have, and to top it all off, he does it with feeling. I give you
Rodney Carrington Ladies and gentlemen.

With songs like ”Today’s  the day my wife met my girlfriend” and ”She is twice the man I am”(at least I
think thats the title) He pretty much cracks me up a few times in each verse and the refrains are usually
catchy aswell. And even better, despite the songs about boobs and butts, my girlfriend actually laughs
about the songs aswell and the best one in particular right now is a song thats named ”Show them to me”
wich is a song about my favourite pair of things. Breasts.

I started thinking about why the song worked for my girlfriend aswell and analyzed the lyrics a little
bit deeper then just in passing and what he says is pretty much the blinding truth that is hidden in the
comedy of it all.

”I dont care if they dont match or if one’s bigger then the other. You can show me one, and I’ll imagine the other.
Dont be sad, yer boobs aint bad, they’re just a little long”  Just disrobe, show your globes and a happy man I’ll be.
Ive met a lot of them, but never one I’ve hated, even if you’ve had 13 kids and you think they look deflated”

Now, I couldnt agree more. Breasts are gods gift to men and women. Men loose all their blood from their brain when
there is a pair around and women can flaunt em to get a man to do pretty much anything and of top of that, they
also provide food for kids. Not much we men have on that.

Now, I cant talk for all the male population but I can say that the vast majority of us are fond of
those female attributes in one way or the other and lets be frank, women are about as concerned
about their assets as we men are with our male attribute. Isn’t it time we accept that no matter what
the current fashion in body type is, accept that we are different and enjoy that difference because
lets face it, if we all where carbon copies of perfect bodies, where would the excitement in exploring
be after you have seen the first one?

I could ramble all night about this, but without further ado, I give you the song in question,
Show them to me by Rodney Carrington:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05N1MquRgdM[/youtube]

Lyrics:
Oh it seems to me this whole world’s gone crazy
There’s too much hate and killin goin on
But when I see the bare chest of a woman
My worrys and my problems are all gone
No one thinks of fightin, when they see a topless girl
Baby if you would show yours too, we could save the world

Show them to me, show them to me
Unclasp your bra and set those puppies free
They’d look a whole lot better without that sweater baby I’m sure you’ll agree
If you got, two fun bags,
Show them to me

I don’t care if they don’t match or ones bigger than the other
You could show me one, and I’ll imagine the other
Even if you’re really old, theres nothing wrong
Don’t be sad your boobs ain’t bad, they’re just a little long

Show them to me, show them to me
Lift up your shirt and let the whole world see
Just disrobe, show your globes and a happy man I’ll be
If you got, dos chichi’s,
Show them to me

I’ve met a lot of them, but never one I’ve hated
Even if you’ve had thirteen kids and you think they look deflated
Theres no such thing as a bad breast, I believe this much is true
If you’re a big fat man I’m a titty fan and I’d love to see yours toooo

Show them to me, show them to me
Just like the girls gone wild on T.V.
Just lean back and show your rack and I’ll be in ecstasy
If you got two casabas
Show them to me

All the world will live in harmony
It’ll do you good, it’ll give me wood, we’ll make history
If you love your country, I’m gonna say it one more time,
I said if you love your country yea
Then stand your ass up and show them big old titties to me

Well, those of you who are parents either have (please tell me how to survive) or will (you poor poor poor POOR bastards) live through the phenomena of teething. Ok, so little David has 1 tooth. Or rather, half of one. The other part is still below the gums, so right now, he has a dull, nicked little razorblade stuck in his gums. That explains the whines and howls over the last period. Today however, my girlfriend discovered something else. His second tooth is on the way as well. Oh yeah. Like David didnt have enough of a bad temper as it is. In the mornings, dont talk to him unless you happen to A: want to put him back into the bed or B: have huuuuge …… tracks of land if you know what i mean (I mean boobs you dunce) brimming full with milk that is all his for the taking. Naturally, you also have to look like his mom, smell like his mom and act like his mom. (at least i hope thats the criteria) He whines, yawns, moans and makes a pretty good point of going back in to bed, and if you dont let him, he gets the scowl of a century on his face, just like his old man. My, its true what they say, the apple dont fall far from the tree.