Everyone’s favorite blogger, Darla of She’s a Maineiac wrote this piece recently:
Read it here: Mama’s Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Bloggers
It inspired me and I thought maybe the lyrics to this song needed to be written… you know… ’cause I’m a blogger… so here it is:
If you’d like to sing along…
Mama’s, don’t let your babies grow up to be bloggers
Don’t let ’em write stories for virtual friends
Help ‘em to realize that blog never ends
Mama’s, don’t let your babies grow up to be bloggers
Their always alone, always on their I-Phone
Even with people they love
Bloggers ain’t easy to love ‘cause they’re never around
Locked in their office pretendin’ to be so profound
But their mostly on Facebook and checking their stats page
For hours and hours every day
And if you don’t understand ’em, well you don’t need to worry
Because most of ‘em just fade away
Mama’s, don’t let your babies grow up to be bloggers
Don’t let ’em write stories for virtual friends
Help ‘em to realize that blog never ends
Mama’s, don’t let your babies grow up to be bloggers
They’re always alone, always on their I-Phone
Even with people they love
Bloggers like posting their recipes and old family photos
Stories ‘bout children and travelin’ and psycho ex-boyfriends
And them that don’t understand the blogger’s obsession
to write when you got nothin’ to say
They ain’t wrong, they’re just needy and they’re pride won’t let ‘em
stop writing those words every day
Mama’s, don’t let your babies grow up to be bloggers
Don’t let ’em write stories for virtual friends
Help ‘em to realize that blog never ends
Mama’s, don’t let your babies grow up to be bloggers
They’re always alone, always on their I-Phone
Even with people they love
They’re always alone, always on that I-Phone
Even with people they love
The Brown Road Chronicles 
Guilty!
Damnit!
Yeah… ummm… aren’t we all guilty?
Omigosh! I love this collaboration! I’m posting to my FB page and alerting all bloggers! So great!
Wow, a facebook alert! Thanks!
It’s on my page. Are we friends? If we aren’t we should be. 😉
We are friends 🙂
Thought so. That was a fun exchange. Too bad Darla didn’t show up. She’s probably shoveling snow.
Renee, my story is much worse. See facebook for updates…
I saw! What a freak show! I’m so glad your hubby is okay! You are excused for being late to the party.
It’s a good song. And if I were drunk in a bar full of morons who would all sing along with such a song, I would probably join in. I have done so before, with the root song – about cowboys – and thought to myself, I would be a cowboy if the circumstances were correct. Technically, I AM a cowboy, when you get down to it. And I am a blogger too. So… cool. It’s a good thing.
Mammas, LET your kids grow up to BE bloggers. Then, maybe, they won’t be crack addicts, psychotic killers, and twisted sadistically non-thinking uncommunicative fruit loops that drink cool aid. I mean, how many bloggers end up being those things?
But, hey, maybe they will anyway…
Bummer, that.
Definitely a drunk bar song. I’d try to write the song; Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be uncommunicative fruit loops that drink cool aid… but it doesn’t really fit the melody. I’d like to be a cowboy too, you’re probably more cowboy than me. At least you have some military background.
That would be a good song. And the cool thing is, if you sing it in a red state, they’ll think you mean liberals. If you sing it in a blue state, they’ll think you mean conservatives. No one will think you’re referring to them.
As far as being a cowboy, my first job was a meat cutter. I haven’t ridden herd on cattle. But I’ve helped castrate them, I’ve been there when they were shot, and I’ve spent plenty of time cutting them up. I don’t think this really qualifies me to be a cowboy, but I’d be happy ridding around herding them I think. It would be good to work outside under the sky.
Yep you’re definitely more cowboy than me!
Awesome.
Next time, though, can you sing it in Pig Latin? Or translate it to Canadian? 😉
♪ Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be bloggers, eh. ♫
That pretty much says it all eh? I’m amazed you are able to type musical notes in your comments!?!
I ♥ my ♪♫s! I can type cliché, Français, and jalapeño too. 🙂
Awesome, Steve! I was being all smug listening to this, thinking, haha, I’m not really blogging, and then I realized I’m guilty of all that crap anyway.
As I said above, we’re all guilty!
Um. Awesome. Also, guilty of pretty much all of it 🙂
At least we can all admit it, that’s the first step, right?
love the lyrics! I can certainly identify.. as I sit here trying to figure out what to write this morning, or evening, or whenever. Have a great day!
Did you figure out something to write?
nah, still flopping about!
Sniff… that was sooo… sniff sniff… beeautiful! (I inserted my own coyote howls instead of singing along as my singing voice has being registered as a contravention of the European Human Rights Act and possibly an illegal weapon of some kind). Sniff… sooo beeeeeeautiful! Sniff.
Wow, I didn’t suspect you to be such an emotional guy. And you know we all want to hear you sing now….
LOVED this! I am grinning from ear to ear. Well done, Steve–bravo. Oh how I wish I could play guitar. Or sing.
You could learn to play this song. Three of the most simple chords. In fact you can play tons of songs with three basic chords. Buffett made millions doing just that!
I am on it!
What’s a chord?
LOL, around you, I think it’s about 128 cubic feet… Oh, wait, that’s a Cord.
Classic!
My friend Mr. Pettit always asks me what I will write on my blog, but I don’t usually know … so I tell him nothing that will ever really matter much … or really have much matter.
note: I don’t write about anything you sang about, so I must be non-generic.
You are most definitely not generic!! 🙂
Soooo good! You are a talented man! And, geez, I’m guilty of all of this. Perhaps a 12 step program for bloggers is in my future!
Musically and lyrically superb. Thank you.
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