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The Ballad of Jenelle
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This song is for and about my best friend Jenelle, who does an amazing job, but no body knows about it. So I wrote her an epic country ballad to make her the stuff of legends.
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My name is Douglas MacKrell, and: I Am Hero. Superheros can write songs too, and I'm the living proof. I am known to most as Hard Luck, the Luckiest Man Alive, but here I am to be known for my hard rockin' ukulele jams! I've taken a break from fighting crime to persue my second most joy, writing songs! To those who know me, thanks for vistiting and listening. For those who don't, you will soon! For I am Douglas MacKrell, The Hard Luck Hero!
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Podcasts • Comedy
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Peak #109
Peak in subgenre #53
Author
Douglas MacKrell
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Douglas MacKrell 2007
Uploaded
January 16, 2007
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MP3 8.1 MB • 128 kbps • 8:51
Lyrics
There are many types of story told dear listener Some are quick and easily forgotten While others are so extraordinary They are told from generation to generation untill their tales become legendary this is one such story Now this is important so write it on down That Mrs. Johnson’s daughter always wore a big frown So she thought to throw a party and invite the whole town And would need the very best children’s party clown She searched high and she searched low She even went as far as to search too and frow So her daughter she could show A really great time for not much dough Her options they were limited She looked so hard she nearly fainted Through countless performers she weeded Until on Craig’s list this she posted I need a performer for a show Balloon animals they’ll need to blow Be as strong as a bucking bronco And I’ll need them on the pronto They can be a chica or chico I’m not looking for just any schmoe So to my daughter I can be a hero And to my neighbors not look cheepo Mrs. Johnson had all but given up hope Dear friends she was at the end of her rope So sad that she could barely cope Until a received an email she did scope The email it was from one of her friends About a girl who truly transcends What a clown should be and recommends That they hire her cause she’ll even work weekends. So she called her up right on the spot Hoping that the girl wasn’t a crackpot And faster than a cowboy can tie a bowknot She awnserd the line and kindly ended her fraught Oh Jenelle is the greatest Her wit is the sharpest She is a cunning linguist Her truth is the frankest She may not be the tallest She may not be the tannest But her heart is the purest Oh Jenelle Legend of the party clowns, Jenelle Now Mrs. Johnson was truly impressed Because Jenelle isn’t just a clown she’s a princess She’s been a mermaid or fairy and explorer named Doris And she’s performed numerous parties including a briss So Jenelle was hired as quick as can be For a reasonable price with an over time fee But Jenelle would have to buy her props quickly Because the party was panned for this coming Sunday Time passed fast, but Jenelle wasn’t scared Just like a boy scout she was always prepared She unpacked her wig because Johnson had declared That fairy princesses aren’t dark haired Oh Jenelle is the greatest Her skin is the fairest Her courage is the bravest With children she’s the kindest She may not be a harpist Or an award winning cellist But she certainly is the hottest Oh Jenelle Legend of the party clowns Jenelle Jenelle pulled up in her tiny beige car And using it like her own personal boudoir Changed into her costume in an act most limber That if seen, in a Girls Gone Wild Video she would star She marched up to the door in her frilly pink dress And Mrs. Johnson pointed to the back yard access Jenelle adjusted her pointed hat with finesse And set off to the guests she would surely impress That’s when she saw the child a sight most vile this sad sack she would have to beguile so she told the kid joke about a one legged reptile That’s when she saw the first hints of a smile Oh Jenelle is the greatest Her laugh is the richest Her voice is the sweetest Her smile is the warmest She is quite modest That’s why she’s not a nudist Even so she gets noticed Oh Jenelle Legend of the party clowns, Jenelle Jenelle told many a story and painted many a face And from the birthday girl even received an embrace So she thought she had accomplished her job just like an ace When a man stumbled toward her in a drunken disgrace This man was as huge as a thanksgiving feast Blocking out the sun from the north, west, and east He stared Jenelle down like a fiery beast But our girl Jenelle didn’t move the least Through garlic breath he began his speech How women were worthless and continued to preach And Jenelle’s answer she didn’t screech
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