I have been writing original songs since i joined in on line song competitions 10 years ago, as well as parodies since I was in my 20's. My genres include comedy, blues, Christian and children's songs.
Grandma Gaga
By JoAnn Abbott
May 2012
Oy vey, where’s my bra?
I am grandma Gaga
My teeth are in a jar
Do the old folks dance!
(repeat)
It’s getting ugly, this new skin disease
I’m catching everything please cover your sneeze
I’m getting old
Old, old, old
I’m getting old
Don’t need no drama, just give me a hand
I want a walker that can help me to stand
I’m getting old
Old, old, old
I’m getting old
Oh doctor I want you
And you know that I need you!
I need some new pills, so I can dance!
Got my inhaler and I’m wearing Depends
Heading down to the old folks dance
Oy oy oy oy
I reek of BenGay hope the small won’t offend
Heading down to the old folks dance
Oy vey, where’s my bra?
I am grandma Gaga
My teeth are in a jar
Do the old folks dance!
Make A Wish
Every day, He would come
Put a nickel in the old machine
Just to hear, her soft voice
Whispering that he would get his dream
Every day, just the same
He would wish to find a friend
Every day, all alone
She would tell him once again-
Make a wish! You will find
Everything you’re wishing for
Adventures in exotic lands
Wealth and fame and even more
Make a wish! You will get
Everything you’re dreaming of
Happiness will come to you
And you will find your love
Then one day, for a change
Before the nickel went in the machine
He looked at her, and smiled and said
Today I wish that you could have your dream
So take my wish, it is yours
She looked at him, and smiled
And said, I wish to be with you
And stay forever at your side
Make a wish! You will find
Everything you’re wishing for
Adventures in exotic lands
Wealth and fame and even more
Make a wish! You will get
Everything you’re dreaming of
Happiness will come to you
And you will find your love
Why Do I Sing?
Written for my grandchildren, and inspired by my oldest who was frustrated when I kept singing instructions to him instead of yelling at him to get his coat. He asked "Grandma! Why do you have to SING all the time!!!"
Here is one of the songs I wrote for an online competition. The prompt was "Write a happy little song about death"
Heh heh heh...
I have written about 50 songs since joining these challenges.
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