Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Glow, Little Glow Worm

During our annual trek west we were in the boring barren part of Montana where the radio stations were few and far between when we found it. KBOB Sr on the AM waves. We listened. Three songs and an ad, on repeat. We listened. It was decided (by the people in the front of the van) that we would learn the words to one of the three songs, Glow Worm. And it began. I think someone was writing down the words they caught each time we heard glow worm, there was singing along, there was laughing. Dad devised the amount of time between each Glow Worm, and we listened to KBOB Jr (the oldies station on the FM) in between Glow Worm.

It wasn't so bad, and much better then talk radio. I even participated in the family activity instead of listening to my own CDs.

Then we stopped for gas, and we left the comfort (heh, comfort) of our van. We were waiting in the restroom. A clean, white and red restroom with a big mirror. Someone started singing Glow Worm really loud, I think a few of my sisters joined in. I was mortified and shushed them. There were other people in here, and this is just embarrassing.

The singing culprit was just trying to continue the fun, and I immediately felt bad for shushing, but wasn't going to let on. So, 15 or so years later, here is my formal apology. I'm sorry I shushed you. That you for making that trip year after year. Thank you for trying to light up the boring barren part of Montana. Thank you for not leaving me at the truck stop.

Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer
Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer
Lead us lest too far we wander
Love's sweet voice is calling yonder
Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer
Hey, there don't get dimmer, dimmer
Light the path below, above
And lead us on to love!

Glow little glow-worm, fly of fire
Glow like an incandescent wire
Glow for the female of the species
Turn on the AC and the DC
This night could use a little brightnin'
Light up you little ol' bug of lightnin'
When you gotta glow, you gotta glow
Glow little glow-worm, glow

Glow little glow-worm, glow and glimmer
Swim through the sea of night, little swimmer
Thou aeronautical boll weevil
Illuminate yon woods primeval
See how the shadows deep and darken
You and your chick should get to sparkin'
I got a gal that I love so
Glow little glow-worm, glow

Glow little glow-worm, turn the key on
You are equipped with taillight neon
You got a cute vest-pocket *Mazda*
Which you can make both slow and *fazda*
I don't know who you took a shine to
Or who you're out to make a sign to
I got a gal that I love so
Glow little glow-worm, glow
Glow little glow-worm, glow
Glow little glow-worm, glow
Glow little glow-worm, glow


Mick said...

Great, now that song is stuck in my head.

No matter how many times we listened we never would have gotten "vest pocket mazda."

Sandy M. said...

What is it about remembering past times that is so nice? It's as if reminiscences have a delicious and poignantly unique flavour all of their own...


Mindy said...

Master and faster.
I looked it up on http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Glow-Worm-lyrics-Hank-Thompson/BAB885851986015248257018001505B4