Friday Song Lyrics! (returned)
Oct. 11th, 2002 09:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpIn honor of National Coming Out Day and my favoritest Former Coworker Velma, I bequeath to you these Friday morning song lyrics:
Ode to a Gym Teacher
by Meg Christian
She was a big tough woman
The first to come along
She showed me being female meant you still could be strong
And though graduation meant that we had to part
She'll always be a player on the ballfield of my heart
I wrote her name on my notepad and the ink got on my dress
And I etched it on my locker and I carved it on my desk
And I painted big red hearts with her initials on my books
And I never knew till later why I got those funny looks...
She was a big tough woman
The first to come along
She showed me being female meant you still could be strong
And though graduation meant that we had to part
She'll always be a player on the ballfield of my heart
In gym class while the others talked of boys that they loved
I'd be thinking of new aches and pains the teacher had to rub
And while other girls went to the prom I languished by the phone
Calling up and hanging up if I found out she was home
She was a big tough woman
The first to come along....
I sang her songs by Johnny Mathis
I gave her everything
A new chain for her whistle, and daisies in the spring
Some suggestive poems for Christmas by Miss Edna Millay
And a lacy lacy lacy card for Valentine's Day
(Unsigned of course)
She was a big tough woman
The first to come along...
(Here comes the moral of the song...)
So you just go to any gym class
And you'll be sure to see
One girl who sticks to Teacher like a leaf sticks to a tree
One girl who runs the errands and who chases all the balls
One girl who may grow up to be the gayest of all...
She was a big strong woman
The first to come along
To show me being female meant you still could be strong
And though graduation meant that we had to part
You'll always be a player on the ballfield of my heart!
This morning, I remember when Velma and I were driving through western Pennsylvania on deserted Interstate 80 toward Akron. There were no other cars on the road, and we were struggling to keep awake as the clock hit 3, then 4, then 5. Velma, always parental, always protective, always the educator, decided to use the time spent captive in the car together to teach me "my history." And though she was tired, and though she was night blind, and though she was cranky and difficult and continually shifted in the passenger seat, and even though she was paranoid that I would fall asleep, she went through compilation CDs to play for me "the music my lesbian ancestors sang."
I sure do miss her.
Ode to a Gym Teacher
by Meg Christian
She was a big tough woman
The first to come along
She showed me being female meant you still could be strong
And though graduation meant that we had to part
She'll always be a player on the ballfield of my heart
I wrote her name on my notepad and the ink got on my dress
And I etched it on my locker and I carved it on my desk
And I painted big red hearts with her initials on my books
And I never knew till later why I got those funny looks...
She was a big tough woman
The first to come along
She showed me being female meant you still could be strong
And though graduation meant that we had to part
She'll always be a player on the ballfield of my heart
In gym class while the others talked of boys that they loved
I'd be thinking of new aches and pains the teacher had to rub
And while other girls went to the prom I languished by the phone
Calling up and hanging up if I found out she was home
She was a big tough woman
The first to come along....
I sang her songs by Johnny Mathis
I gave her everything
A new chain for her whistle, and daisies in the spring
Some suggestive poems for Christmas by Miss Edna Millay
And a lacy lacy lacy card for Valentine's Day
(Unsigned of course)
She was a big tough woman
The first to come along...
(Here comes the moral of the song...)
So you just go to any gym class
And you'll be sure to see
One girl who sticks to Teacher like a leaf sticks to a tree
One girl who runs the errands and who chases all the balls
One girl who may grow up to be the gayest of all...
She was a big strong woman
The first to come along
To show me being female meant you still could be strong
And though graduation meant that we had to part
You'll always be a player on the ballfield of my heart!
This morning, I remember when Velma and I were driving through western Pennsylvania on deserted Interstate 80 toward Akron. There were no other cars on the road, and we were struggling to keep awake as the clock hit 3, then 4, then 5. Velma, always parental, always protective, always the educator, decided to use the time spent captive in the car together to teach me "my history." And though she was tired, and though she was night blind, and though she was cranky and difficult and continually shifted in the passenger seat, and even though she was paranoid that I would fall asleep, she went through compilation CDs to play for me "the music my lesbian ancestors sang."
I sure do miss her.
