Good afternoon, Class.
Our subject word for today is innuendo. I trust you’ve done your homework, thus you’re cognizant of how to employ this word. Just tickle your prurient mind department and chuckle away.
First off, “Blue Skies” is the title of an old song which prompts a visit to Tin Pan Alley. You recall the next line—“Smiling at me, nothing but Blue Skies do I see.”
Now, see what these titles can do with a little alteration, interpretation, and innuendo, a la GLBTQ.
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile
It’s a long way to Tipperary
Over there, over there
Blow, Gabriel, Blow
Over the rainbow
I’m always chasing rainbows
The boy next door or the girl next door
I’d like to hate myself in the morning
This can’t be love
Me and my shadow
Brother, can you spare a dime?
Someone to watch over me
The man I love (or woman)
How long has this been going on?
Sweet and low down
Who cares?
I’ve got a crush on you
Bess, you are my woman, now
I got it bad and that ain’t good
I loves you Porgy
My blue heaven (you fill in the name of your choice)
Happy days are here again
I’m young and healthy
Over there
The varsity drag
Ain’t we got fun
Little girl
Change partners
What’ll I do?
How deep is the ocean?
Let’s have another cup of coffee
Say it isn’t so
Don’t lie under the apple tree
I hate men
He needs me
After I say I’m sorry
Somebody loves me
Hard hearted Hannah
I never knew
Frankie and Johnnie
I can’t give you anything but love
How come you do me like you do, do, do?
I wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate
After you’ve gone
Minnie the moocher
Willow weep for me
There’s a small hotel
The lady is a tramp
I enjoy being a girl
This can’t be love
I’ve got you under my skin
Why can’t you behave?
They say it’s wonderful
The girl (boy) that I marry
You go to my head
That old feeling
When I’m not near the girl (boy) I love,
I’m in love with the girl (boy) I’m near
Don’t worry about me
All of me
You make me feel so young
Anything goes
Oh, look at me now.
Sing along now and “Get Happy.”
© 27 June 2016
First off, “Blue Skies” is the title of an old song which prompts a visit to Tin Pan Alley. You recall the next line—“Smiling at me, nothing but Blue Skies do I see.”
Now, see what these titles can do with a little alteration, interpretation, and innuendo, a la GLBTQ.
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile
It’s a long way to Tipperary
Over there, over there
Blow, Gabriel, Blow
Over the rainbow
I’m always chasing rainbows
The boy next door or the girl next door
I’d like to hate myself in the morning
This can’t be love
Me and my shadow
Brother, can you spare a dime?
Someone to watch over me
The man I love (or woman)
How long has this been going on?
Sweet and low down
Who cares?
I’ve got a crush on you
Bess, you are my woman, now
I got it bad and that ain’t good
I loves you Porgy
My blue heaven (you fill in the name of your choice)
Happy days are here again
I’m young and healthy
Over there
The varsity drag
Ain’t we got fun
Little girl
Change partners
What’ll I do?
How deep is the ocean?
Let’s have another cup of coffee
Say it isn’t so
Don’t lie under the apple tree
I hate men
He needs me
After I say I’m sorry
Somebody loves me
Hard hearted Hannah
I never knew
Frankie and Johnnie
I can’t give you anything but love
How come you do me like you do, do, do?
I wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate
After you’ve gone
Minnie the moocher
Willow weep for me
There’s a small hotel
The lady is a tramp
I enjoy being a girl
This can’t be love
I’ve got you under my skin
Why can’t you behave?
They say it’s wonderful
The girl (boy) that I marry
You go to my head
That old feeling
When I’m not near the girl (boy) I love,
I’m in love with the girl (boy) I’m near
Don’t worry about me
All of me
You make me feel so young
Anything goes
Oh, look at me now.
Sing along now and “Get Happy.”
© 27 June 2016
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