Friday, April 3, 2009

F2: I like fish that tastes like…

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The other day, my wife and I were watching our grandson. During this time a song came on public radio as a part of The Annoying Music Show that had the phrase "I like fish that tastes like chicken" sung over and over again. Boys will be boys— so by the time we got into the car to pick up his mom, he was in the back seat chiming away at different iterations of the phrase.

Author's Note: These are snippets of the conversation that I remember. I may not be totally accurate as to who may have said what (those darn aliens)— but you get the chicken picture:

  • I like fish that tastes like barbed wire
  • I like fish that tastes like cars

    Pretty clever of him. Then he started to get gross…

  • I like fish that tastes like camels
  • I like fish that tastes like bugs
  • I like fish that tastes like buggers
  • I like fish that tastes like pee
  • I like fish that tastes like Grandpa
  • I like fish that tastes like dirt

    At this point I had to join in the fun…

  • I like fish that tastes like chicken
    (Grandson: no, you can't say that Grandpa…)
  • I like fish that tastes like fish
    (Wife: come on, isn't that obvious)

    His phrases got more and more weird…

  • I like fish that tastes like Elvis
    (Me: A hunk-a hunk-a burnin' fish…)
  • I like fish that tastes like Johnny Cash…

Where that one came into play— I'll never know. Being the Radio Head that I am, I was able to put the hunk-a burnin' fish and Johnny Cash together and started singing a parody on Ring of Fire:

"I fell into a burnin' ring of Fish…". It was at this point that my grandson was the most profound. Here is what he started singing:

I fell into a burning trampoline
It was full of fish so I could eat while I die
And I could have a souvenir in heaven.

If that boy doesn't grow up to be an author or a poet… he'll at least be a comedian.

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