Sunday 21 April 2013
Saturday 20 April 2013
Lyrics:
VERSE 1A:
I got the blues;
I'm a Pronoun, baby.
I ain't mean nothin' without you, Noun.
It's got me so down, ladies.
I take the place of one or more nouns,
But antecedents come before the pronoun.
Oh baby! I wanna function by myself!
Don't wanna need nobody's help!
But nobody seems to understand me without my antecedent noun.
Like when I told my baby...
VERSE 1B:
Yeah I went to see her.
But she didn't understand, she just said...
"Whom did you see?"
I told her this was it.
And she said what?
And I said us.
She didn't fuss
She just said:
What you talkin' 'bout, babe?
And I said hey, why can't you understand anything from me.
And I said I don't like those Nouns
'Cause they think they own this.
And she said what?
I said they think they own this town.
Ah girl, it gets me down --
Why must I become an Adjective to you?
Woo it makes me blue.
Ooh boo hoo!
CHORUS 1:
Mamma always told me:
Go be your own man in this wide world of words.
But what can I do?
Whoa Madame Noun -- I don't want to, but I need you.
I'm a pronoun and I'm blue.
VERSE 2A:
A personal pronoun refers to a specific person or thing.
Ow, let's make it personal, baby, a-skee-bop a-doo-bop a-ringading-ding!
I can be subjective, babe -- and act as the subject of the sentence
Like I, you, he, she -- oww! -- it, they or we.
Or I can be objective -- Objectify me babe! -- I'll be the object of a verb, preposition, or infinitive phrase.
Like me, you, him, her -- oww! -- it, them or us.
VERSE 2B:
And I admit, sometimes I'm possessive babe, yeah I'm a possessive possessive pronoun, 'cause I wanna own my love so bad.
Yes I admit, Sometimes I act as a marker of ownership or possession like mine or yours or his or hers -- oww! -- and it drives me mad.
And I can be demonstrative for you babe, for your love.
Show you this, these, that or those -- ohhh!!!
Or I can be interrogative for you babe
Like who, whom, which, what, and whoaaa!
CHORUS 2:
Yeah though sometimes, like anyone, I'm indefinite.
And sometimes I am relative.
Sometimes I feel reflexive to myself.
And sometimes I, myself, am intensive.
But what can't I do?
When I'm so in love with you.
Pronouns, baby.
VERSE 1A:
I got the blues;
I'm a Pronoun, baby.
I ain't mean nothin' without you, Noun.
It's got me so down, ladies.
I take the place of one or more nouns,
But antecedents come before the pronoun.
Oh baby! I wanna function by myself!
Don't wanna need nobody's help!
But nobody seems to understand me without my antecedent noun.
Like when I told my baby...
VERSE 1B:
Yeah I went to see her.
But she didn't understand, she just said...
"Whom did you see?"
I told her this was it.
And she said what?
And I said us.
She didn't fuss
She just said:
What you talkin' 'bout, babe?
And I said hey, why can't you understand anything from me.
And I said I don't like those Nouns
'Cause they think they own this.
And she said what?
I said they think they own this town.
Ah girl, it gets me down --
Why must I become an Adjective to you?
Woo it makes me blue.
Ooh boo hoo!
CHORUS 1:
Mamma always told me:
Go be your own man in this wide world of words.
But what can I do?
Whoa Madame Noun -- I don't want to, but I need you.
I'm a pronoun and I'm blue.
VERSE 2A:
A personal pronoun refers to a specific person or thing.
Ow, let's make it personal, baby, a-skee-bop a-doo-bop a-ringading-ding!
I can be subjective, babe -- and act as the subject of the sentence
Like I, you, he, she -- oww! -- it, they or we.
Or I can be objective -- Objectify me babe! -- I'll be the object of a verb, preposition, or infinitive phrase.
Like me, you, him, her -- oww! -- it, them or us.
VERSE 2B:
And I admit, sometimes I'm possessive babe, yeah I'm a possessive possessive pronoun, 'cause I wanna own my love so bad.
Yes I admit, Sometimes I act as a marker of ownership or possession like mine or yours or his or hers -- oww! -- and it drives me mad.
And I can be demonstrative for you babe, for your love.
Show you this, these, that or those -- ohhh!!!
Or I can be interrogative for you babe
Like who, whom, which, what, and whoaaa!
CHORUS 2:
Yeah though sometimes, like anyone, I'm indefinite.
And sometimes I am relative.
Sometimes I feel reflexive to myself.
And sometimes I, myself, am intensive.
But what can't I do?
When I'm so in love with you.
Pronouns, baby.
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