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42: A word of caution for Taylor Swift

Because I have an eight year old daughter, from time to time I find myself no longer in complete control of my own music choices.  And that’s the story I’m sticking to as for why I was listening to Taylor Swift’s latest earworm, 22, a week or so ago. At the same time, the Puddinette and I ended up discussing how this is not the first time she’s produced a song attempting to describe a specific age in her life. 2008’s release, Fearless, included a track title Fifteen, which, as far as you know, I haven’t heard.

As it seems that young Ms. Swift is apparently planning at some point in her career to write a song for wahtever age group she’s representing at the time, I have a few words of caution.  And those are:

Stop.  Just stop.  Stop right now.  Because, seriously, 22 is about as pretty as it gets. And to illustrate that, I’ve taken the liberty of writing Taylor’s 2033 release, 42, for her.

It goes a little something like this…

(played to the tune of 22)

It feels like a perfect night to put on my p-jays
And rub my sore feet, ah, ah, ah, ah
It feels like a perfect night to turn in early
Gotta work at daybreak, ah, ah, ah, ah

Yeah,
We’re tired, oh so tired, and so busy at the same time
It’s exhausting and ongoing, oh yeah,
Tonight’s the night we stare at the bedroom ceiling
Can’t sleep

Ugh, no!
I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling 42
Everything will be alright
If I nap through Mad Men, woo
I don’t know about work
But I’ll go tomorrow too
Yeah, I’ll just keep going ‘cause I’m
42
42

It seems like one of those nights,
The TV’s too loud now.
Especially commercials, ah, ah, ah, ah
It seems like one of those nights
To turn on close captioning and end up reading
Instead of hearing.

Yeah,
We’re grumpy, achy, sleepy and confused in an old way
It’s exhausting and ongoing, oh yeah,
Tonight’s the night we forget to take the trash out
Too bad

Oh, no!
I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling 42
I’ll race garbage to the curb
With bed head, in boxers, wooo
Neighbors with the perfect lawn
Yeah, they’ll be laughing, too
Start another crappy day
But I’ll just keep going ‘cause I’m
42 (oh, my back)
42
I need my oatmeal too
42
42

It feels like such a long day
Kids left the lights on
It feels like such a long day
Damn john is clogged again
It feels like such a long day
You look up to no good
Get off my damn lawn!
Get off my damn lawn!

Oh hey, go away!
I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling 42
The heartburn will be alright
If you keep Tums next to you
I don’t know a damned a thing
And I finally know that
Tomorrow’s going to wear me out
But I’ll just keep going ‘cause I’m
42
42
42 (sigh, sigh)
42 (oh, oy vey)

It feels like such a long day
Kids left the lights on
It feels like such a long day
Damn john is clogged again
It feels like such a long day
You look up to no good
Get off my damn lawn!
Get off my damn lawn!

Pud’n

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2 comments on “42: A word of caution for Taylor Swift

  1. What, you didn’t think a regular T Switty ear worm wasn’t dangerous enough?

    Some words of wisdom: Your child will probably be moving to the front seat soon, when she’ll be able to reach the radio dial and attempt to change stations without asking. DO NOT ALLOW YOUR CHILD THIS DISRESPECTFUL LIBERTY! I trained mine to ask first, by teaching them that any time they change the radio without asking, I immediately switch it over to the Grateful Dead station on Sirius. Well worth the investment.

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  2. OK, this might be the best one since the glue gun and the partridge, and I’m not sure I’ve even heard Taylor’s original! Probably have, but I am FAR MUCH OLDER than 42, so it could easily have been heard and forgotten!!! 🙂

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