We're.... Gaga for Buffalo!
Mar. 5th, 2011 01:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogStefani WhatsHerName was in town yesterday. Suddenly everything, from the battles in Wisconsin and Libya to the price of gas, faded as a mere memory as all eyes turned to what she might be doing before her Really Big Show downtown last night.
Some online wags started a daylong trend of fake Tweets about assorted GaGa sightings, beginning with this one:
At least one expatriate SoCal FB friend of mine fell for that one, bemoaning the fact that she was stuck 3,000 miles away from the goodness of Ted's. (My reply? "You have In-and-Out Burger and Koo Koo Roo. Kwitcherbitchin.")
By mid-afternoon, the Tweeting had become rather ridiculous:
Now I'm not into this whole Tweetybird thing (as our new hockey owner calls it), but I can filk a Gaga piece as well as anyone:
[to the tune of, um, this]
Your weather here is so cold,
The population’s so old
You buy Ensure by the case
And Preparations of H
Forget magical-
You’re damn geriatric, oh
Bills jerseys on
And in your old Zubaz pants
You’re in an era that’s gone
And you don’t have a chance
To be relevant
You’re a big white elephant
'But you know that baby, hey-
[Chorus]
I will do you favors
You City of Good Neighbors
Buff-Buff-Buffalocisz!
I’ll free you from your labors,
Bring Stanley to your Sabres
Buff-Buff-Buffalocisz!
Promise I’ll be here all night
But you better not go all Wide Right
Baby you’re so famous
For feeding me Duff’s and Chiavetta’s
Buff-Buff-Buffalocisz!
---
You know I’ll be there
Onstage, Thursday at the Square
Singing top of my lungs
While some underaged punks
Annoy the lawn-chaired oldsters
Puking their last ten Molson Goldens
And from there it’s not far,
Wings at the famed Anchor Bar
You may not think I’m serious
But I’d walk miles for Frank and Theresa’s-
Twenty piece of Suicidal!
'Cause you know that baby, hey-
[repeat chorus]
Real good, You’re texting me how much you hurt
Missing me, so much you shed your shirt
Don't stop- don’t resign for me
Lots of guys, you know, must have the name “Chris Lee”
[repeat chorus]
Some online wags started a daylong trend of fake Tweets about assorted GaGa sightings, beginning with this one:
At least one expatriate SoCal FB friend of mine fell for that one, bemoaning the fact that she was stuck 3,000 miles away from the goodness of Ted's. (My reply? "You have In-and-Out Burger and Koo Koo Roo. Kwitcherbitchin.")
By mid-afternoon, the Tweeting had become rather ridiculous:
Now I'm not into this whole Tweetybird thing (as our new hockey owner calls it), but I can filk a Gaga piece as well as anyone:
[to the tune of, um, this]
Your weather here is so cold,
The population’s so old
You buy Ensure by the case
And Preparations of H
Forget magical-
You’re damn geriatric, oh
Bills jerseys on
And in your old Zubaz pants
You’re in an era that’s gone
And you don’t have a chance
To be relevant
You’re a big white elephant
'But you know that baby, hey-
[Chorus]
I will do you favors
You City of Good Neighbors
Buff-Buff-Buffalocisz!
I’ll free you from your labors,
Bring Stanley to your Sabres
Buff-Buff-Buffalocisz!
Promise I’ll be here all night
But you better not go all Wide Right
Baby you’re so famous
For feeding me Duff’s and Chiavetta’s
Buff-Buff-Buffalocisz!
---
You know I’ll be there
Onstage, Thursday at the Square
Singing top of my lungs
While some underaged punks
Annoy the lawn-chaired oldsters
Puking their last ten Molson Goldens
And from there it’s not far,
Wings at the famed Anchor Bar
You may not think I’m serious
But I’d walk miles for Frank and Theresa’s-
Twenty piece of Suicidal!
'Cause you know that baby, hey-
[repeat chorus]
Real good, You’re texting me how much you hurt
Missing me, so much you shed your shirt
Don't stop- don’t resign for me
Lots of guys, you know, must have the name “Chris Lee”
[repeat chorus]