Pavanne Veltman

Pavanne Veltman
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Apeldoorn, Netherlands
Birthday
October 08
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Dreamer, creator, diplomat, procrastinator, hopeless romantic https://twitter.com/PavanneWrites

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JUNE 6, 2012 7:06PM

Sweet Sausage Blues- my answer to Lloyd's Pussy Song

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So I was hanging out with some friends after a baseball game last weekend.  We were barbecuing, drinking Amstel swill, talking trash, having a good time, and listening to the same 6 summer hits playing over and over, ad nauseum.  We were listening to Lloyd and Lil' Wayne reduce me and my kind to a feline receptacle in their trashy catchy tune, Dedication To My Ex (Miss That), for the umpteenth time, when my girlfriend turned to me and said "Hey, you're a writer.  You should write us a 'sausage' song!"  The idea tickled my funny bone, but I honestly forgot about it until yesterday morning, when I saw my girlfriend again and she asked if I had our song ready.

I was running laps in the pool this morning when it came to me:  the Sweet Sausage Blues.  I'd play it for you, but I don't have the time (or the patience) to figure out how to record it and post it here, so you'll have to play it in your head.  The melody is the basically same as Robert Johnson's Malted Milk:

 

 

Sweet Sausage Blues

Oh I went to the butcher this morning
To buy some sausage for myself
Yes I went down to the butcher this morning
To buy some sausage for myself
But when I came up to the counter
There was no more on the shelf

Oh I do so love my sausage
Baked, boiled, or fried up in a pan
Yes I do so love my sausage
Baked, boiled, or fried up in a pan
And if you give me some of your sausage
You can be my lover man

Oh give me some for breakfast
Scramble my eggs just right
Yeah yeah give me some for breakfast
Scramble my eggs just right
Oh and if I like your sausage
We'll have bangers and mash tonight

Oh fry it up with peppers
The spicy hot Italian way
Yes fry it up with peppers
The spicy hot Italian way
Oh Lord I might go crazy
If I don't get my sausage today

Oh boil it in some lager
I'd like your bratwurst on my bun
Oh yeah boil it in some lager
I'd like your bratwurst on my bun
Oh if you'd let me taste your sausage
Boy we could have a lot of fun

Oh please mister butcher
Make some sausage fresh for me
Oh pretty please mister butcher
Make some sausage fresh for me
And if you'll just make me some of your sweet sausage
I'll cook it right for you and me

 

Ha!  So what do you think boys and girls?  Do I have a hit on my hands?  ;-)

 

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You have a serious hit on your hands! Now some bluesy music and rise to the top of the charts. I would like some sausage too please :)
Well...
There is a whole genre of this style of music called "Hokum Blues".
Very popular in the 1920's on a Saturday night.
This qualifies.
I'd suggest a little less correct language usage so it can be sung less distinctly. Enhances the mystique, as this line from an old one goes:

" I sho' would be disgusted
if yo' hot dog gots no musta'd"
Lunchlady 2: ha-ha! Sure had fun writing it! :-)

alsoknownas: yes! But didn't think it would very pc. Besides, I played it for my 10 year-0ld and, to my amazement, he GOT it! :-)
Heh! Rated for blog title alone... but your song is right on.
It's about time someone struck back--even though my half of the human race is now wrapped in cellophane and stamped with a sell-by date.

Clever and satirical.
Ha! This is some serious gangsta' stuff; too cool, Pavanne. You are a wild one. RRRRR