nothing short of a torture device
My family and I would sing car songs to "pass the time" I've discussed this in previous post here. This little diddy came up. The joy of this song is that everyone remembers the words differently. Enough to cause a minor family upset. Another joy is watching the brother and sisters in-law look on in what one may call...."DISMAY"....Shock and AWE.....or even "what the heck is going on here" As we all just bust out into this song without question. Its almost as if we are programed to start singing car ride songs as soon as someone belts it out. So in honor of my favorite car riding in a yellow torture / depravation chamber song. Please allow me to introduce to you......Sarah.....Sarah......sitin in shoe shine shop....... [and for those family members out there who read their favorite persons blog I suggest you get the words down right for NEXT TIME! Game on my PEEPS!
SARAH, SARAH (Trad.)
Sarah, Sarah, sitting in a shoeshine shop, Repeat;
All day long she sits and shines,
All day long she shines and sits,
Sarah, Sarah, sitting in a shoeshine shop.
Sarah, Sarah, sitting in a Chevrolet, Repeat;
All day long she sits and shifts,
All day long she shifts and sits,
Sarah, Sarah, sitting in a Chevrolet.
Sarah, Sarah, sitting on a battleship, Repeat;
All day long she sits on ships,
All day long on ships she sits,
Sarah, Sarah, sitting on a battleship.
Sarah, Sarah, sitting in a seafood shop, Repeat;
All day long she sits and shucks,
All day long she shucks and sits,
Sarah, Sarah, sitting in a seafood shop.
Sarah, Sarah, working with a flock of ducks, Repeat;
All day long she flocks her ducks,
All day long her ducks she flocks,
Sarah, Sarah, working with a flock of ducks.
Sarah, Sarah, sitting in a sewing shop, Repeat;
All day long she fits and tucks,
All day long she tucks and fits,
Sarah, Sarah, sitting in a sewing shop.
Sarah, Sarah, sipping on a bottle of Schlitz, Repeat;
All day long she sips her Schlitz,
All day long her Schlitz she sips,
Sarah, Sarah, sipping on a bottle of Schlitz.

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