Karaoke Superstar

So yesterday I made it into Manhattan and dropped my bags off at my friend Sue's place of work. Then I went next door to the Starbucks where I found a table upstairs that served as my place of work just fine (for the most part--it was a bit noisy at times.) We met up when she was done with work and headed to a Karaoke bar/restaurant. We got ourselves our own private karaoke room and some Japanese fare, sake, etc.

After about an hour and a half of rocking out to such hits as "Everything I Own" by Bread, "Su-Susudio" by Phil Collins, and "The Origin of Love" from Hedwig and the Angry Inch, we decided to share our mad talents with the rest of the folks at the establishment by doing a number at the bar. Sue can sing very well, so she sounded lovely. I don't so much have the best voice, but...I do have some fantastic parody lyrics to "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" by Poison that my friend Shannen and I wrote when we were 15 years old. I had just sung the song in our private karaoke room but thought it needed to be shared with the masses, so decided to sing it again. It goes a little something like this...


We both lie silently still in our hospital beds
Although we both feel most together
There are parts of us outside

Was it something I did or something I hit
Did our bodies not come out right?
Though I tried not to kill us, though I tried

I guess that's why they say every road has its trucker
Just like every knife has its blay-ay-ay-ade
Just like every cowgirl has some fringe on her boots
Every road has its trucker
Yeah it does...

I listen to my heart beat on the respirator
Well the nurse says life's a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder, does she know?
Did she ever pass high school?
And I know that we'd be whole right now if that truck hadn't lost control

Every road has its trucker
Just like every knife has its blay-ay-ay-ade
Just like every cowgirl has some fringe on her boots
Every road has its trucker

Although I've had some surgery
I can still feel so much pain
I'll need some plastic body parts so I can still
I can still remain

I know I could've saved our lives that night if I'd swerved off the road
Cuz I wasn't smart, our arms made their separate ways
Well I hear they found some BODY new
Buried in the ground next to Peggy Sue
The doctors tear me up inside
I can feel them cut me with their knives

I guess that's why they say every road has its trucker
Just like every knife has its blay-ay-ay-ade
Just like every cowgirl has some fringe on her boots
Every road has its trucker

I am not convinced anyone noticed the swap out of the lyrics. But it was fun to perform it "in public" just the same. While at the bar, we made the acquaintance of another karaoke superstar who is an actor* and, apparently, on a popular soap opera*.


*Name of actor and soap opera shall be withheld.