My Muffinttop!!!

OMG You guys! Our little video had over 8600 HD video views on Photocinenews today, and crashed their server!!!! What the what?! So here's a link to it on Youtube, or you can watch it here, and the lyrics are posted below for those of you who like to know those things. Just got word that Ellen is wrapped for the summer. Boo hoo hoo. Maybe she could just come over and do the Poker Face dance with me in my living room... I'd like that.

Going to up on Funny or Die tomorrow. Whooohooooo!!!!

My Muffintop Lyrics

I did it! I did it! I just want to thank my dear dear girlfriends who gave up lots of their precious time, and sweat like big strong men under their silly wigs. I also want to thank the BRILLIANT Lady Gaga, who I was not even a fan of until I started this project. This song so pervaded my consciousness, without every really having heard it, that one night, after putting Jack to bed, I was standing in the kitchen making myself something fatty and delicious, and I turned to Nipper and started singing "My muffintop, my my my muffintop" while addressing my own burgeoning muffintop. Nipper had no idea what I was singing, but when I played the song with him, he said he thought I should write my own lyrics and have Brett record it. Thank you Nipper Knapp. Thank you Brett making my silly parody song sound AWESOME. I am now officially a big big Lady Gaga fan. I thought I was too old to shake my booty to music like hers, but man oh man, how can you not? Nipper and I have been playing her music LOUD in the car lately. I always giggle to think of how ridiculous I must look cruising along in the prius lip syncing to Telephone. T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-telephone...


SO here's the link to the video. Photocinenews.com is doing an exclusive 24 hour premiere. After that I'll be posting it on youtube, and vimeo, and funny or die, and here, and anywhere that will have me. I told Nipper all I want is to do my bad Lady Gaga dance with my mom friends on Ellen. I love Ellen. It's a secret. Shhhh. Oh and the lyrics are below. ENJOY!


The Password to see the full HD version of My Muffintop on the photocinenews site  is: nerdmom

MY MUFFINTOP

Mum mum mum mah

Mum mum mum mah

I wanna button em like I did in old days

just put them on an go about my day

before this pack of kids this wasn't one of my parts

Didn't know I'd trade my girlish hips for their hearts

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh, 

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Can't miss my 

Can't miss my 

No he can't miss my muffin top

(She's got a lumpy body)

Can't miss my 

Can't miss my 

No he can't muffin top

(She's got a lumpy body)

M-m-m-muffin top, m-muffin top

(Mum mum mum mah)

M-m-m-muffin top, m-muffin top

(Mum mum mum mah)

I used to work out, eat lots of greens

Now it's cheese poofs and mac and cheese (I love it)

Before this pack of kids my bod was the bomb

Now I take my top off and I look like my mom

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh, 

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Can't miss my 

Can't miss my 

No he can't miss my muffin top

(She's got a lumpy body)

Can't miss my 

Can't miss my 

No he can't miss my muffin top

(She's got a lumpy body)

M-m-m-muffin top, m-muffin top

(Mum mum mum mah)

M-m-m-muffin top, m-muffin top

(Mum mum mum mah)

I will tell you that I love you

Kiss or hug you

Cause I'm not bluffin' with my muffin

I'm not crying I'm just stunnin' with my love of glue gunning

Maybe not the girl you used to know

I'm the only one here so let's just go

I promise this, promise this

Check this hip cause it's marvelous

Can't miss my 

Can't miss my 

No he can't miss my muffin top

(She's got a lumpy body)

Can't miss my 

Can't miss my 

No he can't miss my poker face

(She's got a lumpy body)

Can't miss my 

Can't miss my 

No he can't miss my muffin top

(She's got a lumpy body)

Can't miss my 

Can't miss my 

No he can't miss my poker face

(She's got a lumpy body)

M-m-m-muffin top, m-muffin top

(Mum mum mum mah)

M-m-m-muffin top, m-muffin top

(Mum mum mum mah)

M-m-m-muffin top, m-muffin top

(Mum mum mum mah)

M-m-m-muffin top, m-muffin top

(Mum mum mum mah)

Maybe Edison is ACDC

Oh Jack White, swoon...

So we are in the thick of finishing costumes, cutting out neon lightning bolts, rigging up low budget dolly tracks, and practicing our redonkulous dance moves. Sadie and I did a test run of our dance in heels on the brick patio in her backyard this morning. Her husband made pancakes, and we hooked up the ipod with Brett's version of the song to the speakers. I'm sure her neighbors were thrilled. Nothing like Lady Gaga at 8am. Here's what I have to say about our dancing: No one broke an ankle. 

Lucky lucky ducks that we are, it looks like it's going to rain all weekend. And since our Lady Gaga is going to be on the road with her band the next few weeks, it looks like we won't be able to shoot the exterior shots (dancing stuff) until the end of this month. SO we are going to have a few more weeks to practice the dance, and come up with new bizarre ways to pay homage to Lady Gaga, who Sadie and I admitted to each other this week we've come to love while doing this project. Her performance on Ellen alone was enough. She had me at the standing up on her piano bench singing solo. Adorable. I didn't know the first thing about her before we started. Not even sure how I heard the song for it to become enough a part of my subconscious that I would start writing my own lyrics to it one night in the kitchen. I was raised in a college town so my musical tastes were formed by New Order,  Siouxsie and the Banshees,  The Smiths, and The Misfits, (I turned into a martian, whoa oh oh...) and oh yeah, massive amounts of adolescent ennui. Bonjour Billie Holiday. Good Morning Heartache. Oh 1980's how I miss you so.

Maybe it was inevitable that I'd end up spending the first part of my 2010 glitter gluing Barbies, and supergluing them onto headbands, so that I could dress up like a pirate hooker in my bff's back yard and DANCE. Maybe my mother should have limited my musical experience to Wagner, and The New Kids on the Block. I could be married to a banker and wearing SLACKS on a Saturday. Speaking of my dear mother...

I've decided to use her in the video. She's spending the winter in Palm Springs, and I needed an older woman. Not an old woman, just someone older than me (fair enough). So she's game, and even willing to do a little bit of legwork for her costume. This morning, she was out shopping for a Ken Doll to glue onto HER headband (you see, there was NO chance of me turning out vanilla), and she sends me this text:

"Ken is honking huge.  Wouldn't you think there would be an Ellen D type looking Barbie that is normal size but could be ACDC.   Where the hell are the boy dolls?"