Took a couple weeks off, but jumping back into the @wildwoodsongwritingcontest this week with a song about love, served up in foil pans. Yes, I may have just written the only song in existence about funeral dinners and the beloved people who serve them. My dog Sadie decided she wanted to be in the video. Pay attention to her instead of me when I mess up at the end of the song. 😂.
#Orangejellosaladwithcarrotsandmayo
Lyrics:
​VERSE 1
We have eight-foot tables lined up on the back wall of the room
Dime-store party tablecloths to lighten up the mood
Paper plates and plastic ware, no one has to wash the dishes
Watered-down powdered lemonade in mustard colored pitchers
The scented candle centerpiece smells a little like Pine-Sol
At the potluck funeral dinner in the basement fellowship hall
​VERSE 1
We have eight-foot tables lined up on the back wall of the room
Dime-store party tablecloths to lighten up the mood
Paper plates and plastic ware, no one has to wash the dishes
Watered-down powdered lemonade in mustard colored pitchers
The scented candle centerpiece smells a little like Pine-Sol
At the potluck funeral dinner in the basement fellowship hall
CHORUS
Will it come together?
With no menu, with no plans
At the potluck funeral dinner
Serving love in foil pans
Will it come together?
With no menu, with no plans
At the potluck funeral dinner
Serving love in foil pans
VERSE 2
We've got an orange Jello salad topped with carrots and mayonnaise
And a tray of Costco vegetables to dip in ranch and graze
A cornflake hash brown casserole and a crock pot full of beans
And a slivered-almond cheese ball with a package of saltines
Miss Betty showed up with her famous Doctor Pepper meatballs
To the potluck funeral dinner in the basement fellowship hall
We've got an orange Jello salad topped with carrots and mayonnaise
And a tray of Costco vegetables to dip in ranch and graze
A cornflake hash brown casserole and a crock pot full of beans
And a slivered-almond cheese ball with a package of saltines
Miss Betty showed up with her famous Doctor Pepper meatballs
To the potluck funeral dinner in the basement fellowship hall
CHORUS
I hope it comes together
With no menu, with no plans
At the potluck funeral dinner
Serving love in foil pans
I hope it comes together
With no menu, with no plans
At the potluck funeral dinner
Serving love in foil pans
BRIDGE
Grab your aprons, let's get ready; there's still so much left to do
Time to pull ourselves together. The church bell's ringing; that's our cue
Grab your spatula and serving spoon; now's our time to shine
Let's make sure that we're ready before they form a line
Grab your aprons, let's get ready; there's still so much left to do
Time to pull ourselves together. The church bell's ringing; that's our cue
Grab your spatula and serving spoon; now's our time to shine
Let's make sure that we're ready before they form a line
CHORUS
It always comes together
With no menu, with no plans
At the potluck funeral dinner
Serving love in foil pans
It always comes together
With no menu, with no plans
At the potluck funeral dinner
Serving love in foil pans