By JOHN E. BIALAS
Broadmoor Bureau Chief
The State Farm “She Shed” television ad inspired my lame attempt last week at re-writing classic Beatles lyrics.
This post goes public with the results:
Somebody burned down my she shed
Now I’m getting a chichier she shedAfter the agent said lightning struck my she shed
I said who put all those things in your she shed
Things that make you feel like you’re gladNow this fire makes me feel like I’ll never have a he shed
All this dumb tongue-twisting stuff for a make-believe song I call “She Said He Shed” is because of the funny State Farm commercial in which a married woman calls an agent to report that her she shed is on fire.
The ad is when I became aware of she shed, the equivalent to a man cave.
Urban Dictionary defines a she shed as “a private room (at home) where a woman can relax, be alone and do whatever she pleases” and has an example of how a man would use the phrase.
A man cave, according to a hilarious Urban Dictionary definition, is “a term coined by metrosexuals who have forgotten what a garage is for.”
I don’t have a man cave, but Patty just had a she shed built for her behind our house, and Tilly hangs out there, too. Tilly thinks the she shed is hers as much as it is Patty’s. The 5-year-old basset will bark or cry day or night inside our home if she’s not included.
My “She Shed He Shed” lyrics are a stupid parody of the Beatles song “She Said, She Said” from “Revolver,” their 1966 album.
I found this cool demo on YouTube in which John Lennon sings the line “she’s making me feel like my trousers are gone.”
No one can compete with that.
I guess it’s time to light a fire to my “She Shed He Shed” lyrics.
See you later.
Featured image credit: IMDB