Reason #1 I need therapy
My mother sings this song when I can’t reach things, it goes “Short people! Ain’t got no reason to live, short people…!” It’s like clock work. I ask her to grab something for me, she starts singing.
The annoying thing is, she has conditioned my brain to hear that song anytime something is out of reach. So I hear that song in my head 100 times a day.
Thank you mother. Thank you.
Cripes! Are you kidding me? My mother did the same thing to us. I paid way too much money on therapy to get “Short People” out of my head, (now a waste, by recollection) but gave my soul to rid my head of “Baby it’s Cold Outside.” COME ON!, New England?!
At least you keep it in your head now, your children will be fine.
That song always tricks me. Every time I hear it I get caught up in the catchiness, then I suddenly remember that Randy Newman might be a terrible person on the inside.