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[the_gneech]

"OOOOOOH Lord, it's hard to be humble," sang Greg loudly and badly, "when yer perfikt in EEEEEEEv-er-eeee way!"

"Oh God," snarled Brigid. "Please. Seriously. Stop."

Greg frowned. "Now what?"

"Please. You, perfect in every way? Where do you come up with these things?"

"Neither am I a rambler, a gambler, and a long way from home," said Greg, "but that wouldn't stop me from singing about it. This may come as a surprise to you, my young prune, but I sing because I enjoy singing, not because I'm trying to send coded messages to the world."

"You don't really expect me to believe you enjoy singing bad country music, do you?"

"There's an interesting paradox there; what would you consider good country music?"

"Johnny Cash and Vaughn Monroe," Brigid said without hesitation.

"Oooh! Good choices. How about Buck Owens and Roy Clark?"

"Are you trying to make me shoot you?"

"I guess that's a 'no,' then. But however you may feel about Hee-Haw, Roy Clark has some pretty amazing guitar chops."

"Like I care about amazing guitar chops," said Brigid.

"Actually, 'The Amazing Guitar Chops' would be a good name for a ramblin' country band," Greg said.

"You are trying to make me shoot you," said Brigid. "I'm leaving before I get arrested."

Greg was singing "Momma Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys" before she reached her room.

-The Gneech

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Comments

[the-gneech.livejournal.com]

Well, he starts with "Hard To Be Humble" by Mac Davis, if that's what you're asking.

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
when you're perfect in every way.
I can't wait to look in the mirror
'cos I get better looking each day
to know me is to love me
I must be a hell of a man.
O Lord it's hard to be humble
but I'm doing the best that I can...

The irony of the song, of course, is that the text of the verses indicate that he was dumped by his girlfriend and now spends his nights alone and unable to find a date.

-TG

[galadrion.livejournal.com]

*Grin* I campaigned quite energetically to have that made my graduating class's song. No one would take me seriously. Pity, that, since it would've been perfect - I graduated from Humble High School, and since they absolutely were going to have a country song, I figured it might as well be that one.

(Personally, I'd rather listen to "The Rose", but those cretins wouldn't even consider it, since "Bette Middler ain't country." Cretins.)