The popular refrain at the in-laws’ (long ago) was Whuddyaget-Whuddyaget-Whuddyaget? But there was always that one spoil sport who would hold up a wrapped box, cock his head to one side, and announce: ‘shaver’ or ‘pajama set’ or ‘garden gnome’ or whatever. Generally speaking, he was right. Made me wonder how often other families had such gifted prognosticators, and how much the ancient art of childhood snooping has been kept alive.
Shake That Present
All under the tree Where we all can see Colors and stripes Can we classify? [chorus] Shake it, Don't Break it, Weigh it, X-Ray it, Measure it, Treasure it. Guess wrong and you'll look like shit. Now what could it be? You'll guess easily The size and the shape Just heft it for weight. [chorus] I can't wait to open You know what I'm hopin' The gift of my dreams I can see through the seams! [chorus] I've opened that present It's not what I wanted Are you sure that's mine? I'll check one more time! [chorus]
Simple lines for a simple concept. I stand by (most of) it. Driving rhythm (sorta), so–metal. Or at least hard blues. Gotta go.