Sometimes a situation suggests an existing song and it would be really stupid to create a new tune.

A couple of mine that fit that bill are Silicone Cindy and My Cart Has a Mind of Its own.


Silicone Cindy       D

D
You're my Silicone Cindy

The Girl that I desire
                            G
a beautiful celluloid kewpie doll
          A7       D
don't sit near the fire

D         G
Get along home Silicone Cindy
          D
Get along home Silicone Cindy
          G
Get along home Silicone Cindy
    D       A7       D
But don't sit near the fire


They overdid your eyelid tuck
your eyes they stare so wide
They couldn't find anything for your butt
so they use Naugahide

Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
Covered with Naugahide

Your breasts are made of silicone
your hair is nylon twine
your teeth are made of porcelain
the rest of you's all mine

Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
the rest of you's all mine

This surgical augmentation
on you looks really grand
I'll have to try some for myself
now you don't fit in my hand

Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
Now you don't fit in my hand.

Shopping Cart

With apologies to Connie Francis.
Tune "My heart has a mind of its own"


At the local grocery store, I found a shopping cart
But one of its wheels just wouldn't start
although the other three, they all turn left you see
Guess my cart has a mind of its own.

I wanted aisle thirteen to buy some baking goods
but these wheels, they don't turn the way they should
and so I ended up, in personal feminine stuff
Guess my cart has a mind of its own.

The butcher fancies me, each time I pass him by
he looks me up and down and winks his eye.

I tell this cart of mine to find the checkout line
but it wants to go around just one more time.
I've been around this store eleven times or more
Guess my cart has a mind of its own.

Guess my cart has a mind of its own.