Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year: Keep 2010 Scrub Free



You'll notice that this is lip-synced, but it is from my own recording, and my own rearrangement of TLC's "No Scrubs".

Lyrics:


A scrub is a plant that thinks it’s fine
But is also known as a problem
Always growin’ and getting’ bigger
It’s startin’ to intrude, so
No, I don’t want your nuts.
No, I don’t wanna give you any of mine
I don’t wanna see you nowhere
No, you’re about to cross the line. so
No, I don’t want no scrub
A scrub is a plant that can’t get no love from me
Hangin’ on the Burren, like a parasite
Tryin to encroach on me.
I don’t want no scrub
A scrub is a plant that can’t get no love from me
Hangin’ on the Burren, like a parasite
Tryin to encroach on me.
There’s a scrub sproutin’ there, but it really isn’t good
And I know that Gordon would protest
‘Cause he knows that the hazel stops other plants
From growin’ big and strong.
No, I don’t want your nuts.
No, I don’t wanna give you any of mine
I don’t wanna see you nowhere
No, you’re about to cross the line. So
No, I don’t want no scrub
A scrub is a plant that can’t get no love from me
Hangin’ on the Burren, like a parasite
Tryin to encroach on me.
I don’t want no scrub
A scrub is a plant that can’t get no love from me
Hangin’ on the Burren, like a parasite
Tryin to encroach on me.
If you have the branches and swayin’
Oh yes son, I’m talkin’ to you
If you grow those nuts and their droppin’
Oh yes son, I’m talkin’ to you
If you were native but your too big now
Oh yes son, I’m talkin’ to you
Wanna take over the Burren
Oh no, I don’t want no
No scrub
No scrub
No scrub
No scrub, no, no
No, I don’t want no scrub
A scrub is a plant that can’t get no love from me
Hangin’ on the Burren, like a parasite
Tryin to encroach on me.
I don’t want no scrub
A scrub is a plant that can’t get no love from me
Hangin’ on the Burren, like a parasite
Tryin to encroach on me.
See if you keep dominating the horizons
Then that classifies you as a scrub
Water rising
It shocks me that you keep growing and controlling the land
D’Arcy might claim that he’d rather have to deal with sand.
So let me give you something to think about inundate your roots
With ingredients to root you out
Lets clear the Burren of your thorny visage in front of me
Clean it up like the land that it shoulda be
Clarify my landscape with flora magnificent
Remove yourself from my sight and scent
Respectively, Soo No
I don’t want no scrub
A scrub is a plant that can’t get no love from me
Hangin’ on the Burren, like a parasite
Tryin to encroach on me.
I don’t want no scrub
A scrub is a plant that can’t get no love from me
Hangin’ on the Burren, like a parasite
Tryin to encroach on me……….



And this Happened:



Happy New Year!

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