For the fans

Someone has found my blog 3 times in the past few minutes by searching for the lyrics to the Fresh Prince of Bel air theme song. Now, I can't please all my fans all the time, but as I am incredibly embarrassed to admit, I happen to know those words by heart. I'm the kind of dedicated blogger who's willing to let a little of her dignity die to please the readers, so here goes:

(this is from memory, so it may be slightly off)
Now this is a story all about how
my life got flipped turned upside down
and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In West Philadelphia, born and raised
on the playground is where I spent most of my days
chillin out nights, and relaxin all cool and all
shootin some b-ball outside of the school
when a couple of guys
they were up to no good
started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said
"you're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air" (insert picture of grandma-like caricature, wagging finger)

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
License plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
if anything, I should say that this cab was rare
but I thought 'nah, forget it- yo home to bel air!'

I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8
and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes, smell you later!"
looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
to sit on my throne as the prince of bell-air

Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week, folks. Tip your server.