Drive-Bys

Haven't had an ear worm in a while, so it was disconcerting to wake up to one this morning. What's been playing over and over again in my head today? This little Nitty Gritty Dirt Band ditty:

Dance Little Jean

I played a wedding for the money,
And I wished that I could tell the bride and groom
Just what I thought of marriage
And what’s in store after their honeymoon.

And I was grumblin’ to the dancers
’bout how men and women ought to live apart
And how a promise never made can not be broken
And can never break your heart,

When suddenly from out of nowhere,
A little girl came dancing ’cross the floor,
And all her crinolines were billowing
Beneath the skirt of calico that she wore.
Oh what a joy fell on the honored guests
As each of them was drawn inside her dream,
And they laughed and clapped and stomped their feet
And hollered at her, "Dance, little Jean!"

Dance, little Jean, this day is for you,
Two people you love, stood up and said, "I do"
Dance, little Jean, the prayer that you had
Was answered today
Your mama’s marrying your dad.

Well, my cynical heart just melted
’Cause I knew what this get together meant
How it ended year of tears and sad confusion
That the little girl had spent.
Well they told the band to pack it up
About the time the couple cut the cake,
But we played as long as they stayed
For love and laughs and little Jeanie’s sake.

Dance, little Jean, this day is for you,
Two people you love, stood up and said, "I do"
Dance, little Jean, the prayer that you had
Was answered today
Your mama’s marrying your dad.

(Catch a sample of this here.)

This used to bring a tear to my eye every time I heard it. Come to think of it, it still does... only for very different reasons.
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I ran across this chick's blog recently, and she's been added to my must-meet list. Hilarious.
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Self-fulfilling prophecy meets Headline of the Day here.
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This completely cracked me up. I hope to hell somebody emailed it to Freeman and Nicholson.