I was sitting in a chair the other day, becoming increasingly annoyed by the inch I could pinch around my waist. Nothing like a pair of jeans and a lightweight shirt to emphasize the muffin top! Suddenly, the words 'go you chicken fat, go away' popped into my head. HUH? The melody soon followed........it was like a trip back in time. And not a good trip. It bugged me enough to mention it to middle child, who has a mind that catalogs and memorizes the melodies and words to every song she's ever heard. She said it didn't sound familiar, so why not google it on Youtube?
I did, with frightening results. The song dates back to my years in the dreaded elementary school gym class. I think I heard this song on a regular basis at the beginning of each class, during "warm up" time. I must have been able to block it for 35 years. No longer. That sadistic gym teacher has reared her ugly head. Now, you too can suffer with me.
I did, with frightening results. The song dates back to my years in the dreaded elementary school gym class. I think I heard this song on a regular basis at the beginning of each class, during "warm up" time. I must have been able to block it for 35 years. No longer. That sadistic gym teacher has reared her ugly head. Now, you too can suffer with me.
Hmmmmm. . . according to the dates, I'd have been a newly-minted kindergartner when this song was introduced, but I don't remember it at all. . .
ReplyDeleteI do recall all manner of 'The President's Physical Fitness' programs, tho. . .
I think my Dad has the 45 of this.
ReplyDeleteWow, I have never heard that. Nuts to the flabby guys? I am never going to get this song out of my head, you understand.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember this...but now it's stuck in my head from listening to the clip, and I'll have a hard time not thinking of it later tonight when I finally get around to working out!
ReplyDeleteI also remember the President's Physical Fitness tests with dread. My boys love when they role around, but somehow, I've given birth to two athletic children. Maybe there's a recessive gene!
I have never heard this before... but I will not be able to get it out of my head now. I will be humming it in the shower for a week or so i am sure!
ReplyDeleteCraig - Darn! I thought out of all my readers, you'd recognize it! Must not have been such a Midwest thing as I thought.
ReplyDeleteRuss - Huh? Was he a P.E. teacher??
Agent - Misery loves company =)
FADKOG - I believe you are correct. 2/3 of my children have those certificates and patches and I never even came close to earning one.
Alyssa - Thanks for stopping by; sorry to brainwash you with it!
HOLY CRAP. I knew most of the words to that song! What kind of crazy brain washing did they do to us as kids?!?!
ReplyDeleteThey played this song once when I was in kindergarten. The next day one of the farm boys brought in a blob of chicken fat and skin for the teacher.
ReplyDeleteI never heard the song again, until today.
Watch for a package in the mail ....
Robert Preston. The Harold Hill did this? You trouble with a capital T that rhymes with P that stands for PEEE-UUUUUU
ReplyDeleteRhonda - THANK YOU! I'm glad to know it wasn't just my elementary school of horror.
ReplyDeleteXavier - I'm supposed to believe what part of that??
Homeboy - You are the master of rhyme.
Haha... Its funny on stuff that we can recall without even trying... I've done it before. Those good 'ole gym days...
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I'm pretty certain I only speak truth ... you believe me, don't ya?
ReplyDeletethank you for reactivating my PE induced post traumatic stress disorder.
ReplyDelete*lime exists while twitching and muttering
LOL, I don't remember that song at all.... but now I"m looking at my chickenfat and singing to it, for some reason. lol ;)
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