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Humour Me

nonamedufus' submission to Humor Bloggers Dot Com's "Humorists Are Artists"

I Want You To Spell Me
(to the tune of I Want You to Want Me by Cheap Trick)

I want you to spell me.
I need you to “u” me.
I'd love you to humour me.
I'm beggin you to spell me.

I want you to spell me.
I need you to “u” me. I'd love you to humour me.
I'll get out the Oxford Dictionary, loan you my glasses.
I'll get home early from work if you spell humour for me.

Didn't i, didn't i, didn't I see you spell?
Oh, didn't i, didn't i, didn't I see you spell?
Feelin all alone without a friend, you know you felt like hell.
Oh, didn't i, didn't i, didn't I see you spell?

I want you to spell me.
I need you to “u” me.
I'd love you to humour me.
I'm beggin you to spell me.
I'll never, ever say “eh”, or eat any more poutine.
I'll get you a Canada Dry if you spell humour correctly

(this is an excerpt from a post yet to appear)


Quirkyloon said…
Make it a Diet Dr. Pepper instead of Canada Dry and I promise...

I'll spell ya!

hee hee
nonamedufus said…
Quirky: But Dr. Pepper's Ahmuricann. Will you settle for an A&W root beer, neighbo"u"r?
ettarose said…
Truly a top ten must download hit! You are a nut!
nonamedufus said…
Ettarose: "Sometimes you feel like a nut..."
Don said…
Hell, this is better than the original song! I can at least relate to this one... Sweeeet!
VE said…
Ha! Perfect. I can't resist a good song parody (I have an entire section for them on my blog). Of course, the real question now is: Did you spell check this?
CH!CA said…
Pure artistry right there! :)
nonamedufus said…
Don & Chica: Thanks guys

VE: Yep, and everytime it came up without the "u".

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