Any Way You Say It

 

I ushered at a Prairie Home Companion for six years. The stories I could tell you about the show!

Anyway, here is a ditty from the host, listing many of the ways you can get excited about something.

 

“Whatever Floats Your Boat” lyrics

I think the world of you

You know I wish you well

Whatever tightens your screw

Or rings your bell

Whatever floats your boat

Or greases your pan

And if solo guitar is what starts your car

Here comes the guitar man.

 

GUITAR BREAK

 

Well I don’t know

What lights up your eyes

What makes your ketchup flow

What makes your elevator rise

But whatever it is

It’s all right with me

And if solo bass can bring a smile to your face

He’ll play it basically.

 

BASS BREAK

 

Some people do the marathon, put their shorts and on, and take a run.

Some people go back to sleep and dream about sheep running by one by one

 

Whatever thickens your bisque

Or answers your prayer

Downloads your disc

Whatever loads your software

Whatever pulls your cork

Whatever ripens your cheese

And if solo piana peels your banana

He’ll tinkle the keys.

 

PIANO BREAK

 

I hope your needs are met

Your desires fulfilled

Whatever fires your jets

Whatever lifts your kilt

Whatever grinds your beans

Whatever milks your cow

If a little drum break can bake your cake

Well, here’s one right now.

 

DRUM BREAK

 

Some people go to parties, love the hubbub, the clamor, the roar

Some people sit and listen to the moths beating gently on the old screen door

 

Whatever gives you a thrill,

Whatever makes your light shine,

That is your free will,

It’s no business of mine.

Whatever chills your beer,

Or fills your cup.

And if a moment of silence puts your heart in the highlands,

We will shut up.

 

SILENCE BREAK

 

Whatever swabs your decks

Whatever fills your pies

Builds your pecs

Whatever shapes up your thighs

What magnetizes your strip

What smokes your salmon

And if B-3 makes you feel free

Then here’s the Hammond

 

HAMMOND BREAK

 

Some people love Puccini, they could listen to his operas night

and day

Some people love hip hop and never stop with the sound turned up all the way

Whatever tunes your lute

Whatever upgrades your file

Whatever opens your chute

Whatever grouts your tile

Whatever tailors your suit

Whatever styles your hair

And if a radio show can make your garden grow

We’re on the air.