When I got home on Thanksgiving Eve and got sneaks kicked off, got catz and hooman fed and gotz myself settled into the sweats that I was going to wear until Friday morning (I joyously, or should I say thankfully, didn’t go anywhere for Thanksgiving) I downloaded a couple of older posts in the Attic that I had read at the end of the day and emailed to myself with the intention of cleaning them up for Audio Posts only to discover that I didn’t like my read on either of them.
They were too fast, and no matter how much I tried to convince myself that “Hey, Steve, they’re just fine man, you can use them” I just couldn’t. That was disappointing as I love having something to edit, or a new intended thought to write when I can be an idiot and stay up far too late knowing I’m off the next day. And I can be a REAL idiot in this regard. Like sometimes even a not realizing I haven’t been to bed till the next afternoon kind of idiot.
But with no new edits or new words coming I just went to MLB and DK Pittsburgh Sports to see if there were any new news to report for the Bucco’s in Hot Stove action land, I checked my fantasy basketball and football teams, went to Facebook etc etc yadda yadda blah blah to basically just PC putz and see if anything WOULD come now that I had relaxed and was comfortably hunkered.
Then I came across a Facebook post from a friend, Linda, who is cat folk, like me, along with her husband with a few running around their stead doing all cat stuff and such and her post was a picture of the very handsome Patrick on a spot next to a pretty Christmas tree decoration with a post quote that said, simply, “It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Patrick”.
I got a real laugh out of that but then, I of course sang, in my head, as I was compelled to, as surely anyone who read the post was compelled to, the next line in a Patrick version of “It’s Beginning To Look A Like Christmas” and then another and another until I said “Oh shit, just open up a blank document already dude and get to work and have a bit of fun”.
A few hours later, after following along with Bing over and over and over again, I had a full Patrick take done.
I then replied to Linda’s post with “Ok, so you do know that dropping “It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick” is like dropping the gauntlet to a to a crazy cat lady guy who likes to do this sort of thing right?” while I posted her my new lyrics along with the YouTube Bing Crosby for her to follow along with.
This garnered me a reply of “Wow! I have to say I am very impressed my friend! THAT is AWESOME!!” which brought me such a smile, and with caps and everything and even a “We Are Not Worthy” Wayne and Garth Gif! I know, a Wayne and Garth Gif huh??!! Hey, your envy is not very becoming, just be happy for a fella will ya?!
I thought during the day earlier today though that I couldn’t just leave it at the lyrics and a follow along with Bing now could I and when I checked? There was a usable karaoke version of the tune that was just waitin’ for me and my little studio before leaving for the day. I just had to right?
So anyway, long story long.
Cheers Linda … and Patrick
It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Patrick
It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick
Everywhere Pat goes
Take a look in his snug cat bed laying his Patrick head
With maybe a mouse or two un-der his toes
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It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick
Fur on every rug
Till the monster is need brought out
To suck away all hair’s clout
While Patrick runs no doubt
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An extra can can of food or some cat nip for mood
Is his wish as any cat would
Ball with a bell and a knock it to hell
Is new wish across some hardwood
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And Mom and Dad do funny dance to not step on cat’s pants
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It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick
Everywhere Pat goes
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There’s a tree that is soon to rise
Each branch a new cat prize
The hanging kind just waiting for a fall
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It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick
Snoozing underneath
And what brings that slumber best
Are the lights not put to test
With Christmas cats now at rest
— (break)
It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick
Runnin’ cross the floor
To every cat’s Christmas dream
And the presents that will be
Box torn paper all a-skew
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Sure it’s Patrick once more … time to puke, time to puke it’s Patrick’s time to puke.
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