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For Dani, who has been pestering me for a desperately long time to post the lyrics to various songs I made up at random, and ROSY who is yearning (I KNOW SHE IS) to find out about these songs in which she is featured in. Also special credits to Katelyn who I know likes de supermarket song and Maria for doing fantastic vocals when I was experimenting and all the cooly cool people at gym and in MUX for doing such a great job at exams!

Phew that was a long sentence.

IT IS OFFICIALLY LEGIT FOR ME TO SING CHRISTMAS CAROLS NOW!!!
Anyways...here are the lyrics.
(The first song will be understood by only those who are GYMNASTS, the last song will be understood by those in my gym group and the second song will be to anybody who does grocery shopping in New Zealand!)

THE BAR SONG- to the melody and accompaniment of PAPPARAZZI by Lady gaga
(I'll record it when my voice gets better!)

Put on your guards,
Yea, put them on fast,
Get right on the bar,
Or your coach will get angus, and kick you out.
Eye rolling and ugly pout.
Start on routines,
And 5 sets of kips,
I know there's no chalk,
But don't you complain or we'll get told off,
For standing 'round and slacking off,
Not that it would work.

Hurry up and chalk up,
Have another go or you'll be
Yelled, at, yelled by Rosy.
Hurry up and shut up,
Have another go or you'll be
Yelled at, yelled by Rosy.
Don't you dare complain,
That your hands are too ripped or sore or pained.
Hurry up and chalk up,
Have another go or you'll be
Yelled, at, yelled by Rosy.

Move on to skills,
Forget about drills,
Just get on the bar,
And do it like you saw it on TV,
Make her clap her hands in glee.
Giants are hard,
Yea, push on the bar,
Cast into the air,
And it feels like your flying, but don't let go,
Tap right on and point your toes,
'Cos otherwise you'll die!

Hurry up and chalk up,
Have another go or you'll be
Yelled, at, yelled by Rosy.
Hurry up and shut up,
Have another go or you'll be
Yelled at, yelled by Rosy.
Don't you dare complain,
That your hands are too ripped or sore or pained.
Hurry up and chalk up,
Have another go or you'll be
Yelled, at, yelled by Rosy.

Coaches curse, it works when they turn away.
Fall on you arse, when they are wa-atching.
Bar's fault, it's too slippery.
You try to tell them but they just don't care!

Hurry up and chalk up,
Have another go or you'll be
Yelled, at, yelled by Rosy.
Hurry up and shut up,
Have another go or you'll be
Yelled at, yelled by Rosy.
Don't you dare complain,
That your hands are too ripped or sore or pained.
Hurry up and chalk up,
Have another go or you'll be
Yelled, at, yelled by Rosy.

The Supermarket Song

I walk in through the automatic doors and glance at my reflection,
Grab a trolley from the trundler stand and take a look at the vege selection.
There's brocolli and spinach too and the carrots are on special,
If I spend enough, I'll get a voucher whoo! and save 4 cents on petrol!

Groceries, Groceries, Groceries!
They're the chore that we dread all week,
When we see the ad on TV,
We know the specials are at their peak!
Even if we have to pay for our plastic bags,
Or wait centuries for the checkout,
If there's ever nothing in the pantry,
There's only ONe place we'd come about...

Feel the cool air near the milk and cheese and breathe in the smell of the pastries,
Chuck a loaf of bread with some yogurt in and anything else that looks tasty,
Looking out for all the neon labels that say something is cheaper than normal,
Get the free range chicken and not the other 'cos it might have extra hormones.

Groceries, Groceries, Groceries!
They're the chore that we dread all week,
When we see the ad on TV,
We know the specials are at their peak!
Even if we have to pay for our plastic bags,
Or wait centuries for the checkout,If there's ever nothing in the pantry,
There's only ONe place we'd come about...

Whether it's Pak 'n' Save or Countdown,
Supermarkets are for shopping around,
Looking for the lowest prices,
Walking down the aisles...

Groceries, Groceries, Groceries!
They're the chore that we dread all week,
When we see the ad on TV,We know the specials are at their peak!
Even if we have to pay for our plastic bags,
Or wait centuries for the checkout,If there's ever nothing in the pantry,
There's only ONe place we'd come about...

For our groceries..Yea Yea Groceries!

Rosy's Song (I HAVE FAR TOO MUCH SPARE TIME!)
[Oh, and this is my gym coach by the way, Just sayin']

She has long definitions for what we have one word for,
She calls it banana hold, and we call it long front support.
Her name is spelt like the adjective,
She asks us 'ARE YOU HAPPY?', like she asks preschool kids.

But that's okay,
She's Rosy,
But she's cool cos she lets us play the music we wanna play.
We laugh at what she says,
And the gum she chews all day,
She's Rosy,
Awesome in her own way.

She gets excited when her test results come in the mail,
When she tries to be mean and demanding, it's a fail.
She's always hungry 'cos she's been at the gym since three,
And she has to coach us first before she can get something to eat.

But that's okay,
She's Rosy,
Different in her own way.
We laugh at what she says,
And the gum she chews all day,
But she's cool cos she lets us play the music we wanna play.
She's Rosy,
Awesome in her own way.

If you have quesitons or queries, or you want the chords, or you want a video of me singing it then POST IT IN THE CBOX!
:)

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