Susan Senator

I love to do parodies. I am a lesser Weird Al Yankovic. Think of me as “Weird Gal Yank-it, B****”

Here is one I thought of before coffee, about my latest addiction: belly dancing, and the result, injuries. (Though I’m really okay, don’t worry! This is just for laffs.)

(See why I need a real costume? I’m dancing in a %##$# bathing suit!)

Coccyx (Sung to the tune of “Toxic” by Britney Spears)

Oy vey, can’t you see
I’m in the hall
I twisted wrong
I need to crawl
It’s dangerous
I’ve fallen

There’s so much pain
I feel faint
I need a bolus
Of the Tylenolus
You’re dangerous
For my tuchus

Two thighs
on the ground
Stars in my head
spinning round and round
Feelin’ nothin’ now

Chorus:
With a twist of my hips
I’m on the ground
My coccyx has slipped under
Taste of old age
–I was so proud
I’m addicted to you
But you’ve injured my coccyx