Style Invitational Week 1045: The B-side — ask a question that a song
will answer

By Pat Myers
Published: October 31

Today’s results to Week 1041 are so much fun that we’re taking up Loser
Chris Doyle on his suggestion that we do the converse of that contest
for Week 1045. That one was to find a question in a song lyric or title
and answer it; *this week, take a sentence, phrase or title from a song
and provide a funny question it might answer.* There’s not a minimum or
maximum length for the phrase, but it’ll probably be funnier if it’s
clear which song it’s from. The answers will run in our “Ask Backwards”
format, with the phrase first, followed by the punch line in the form of
a question. As with Week 1041, please give the name of the song you’re
quoting from, and do your best to make sure that the words are accurate.

Winner gets the Inkin’ Memorial
the Lincoln statue bobblehead that is the official Style Invitational
trophy. Second place receives yet another
our series of toilet-shaped coffee mugs, this one a promotional item
for, I swear, a cable reality show about remodeling “boring, old and
downright disgusting bathrooms into over-the-top prized potties.” The
name of the show is “King of Thrones,” but I think they should have gone
with “Vast Wastelands.” Donated in an act of enormous personal sacrifice
by Washington Post TV critic Hank Stuever,
who knows what I like.

*Other runners-up *win their choice of a yearned-for Loser Mug

or the ardently desired Grossery Bag
Honorable mentions get a lusted-after Loser magnet
First Offenders receive a smelly tree-shaped air “freshener” (FirStink

for their first ink). E-mail entries to /
/ or fax to 202-334-4312. Deadline is
Monday, Nov. 11; results published Dec. 1 (online Nov. 28). No more than
25 entries per entrant per week. Include “Week 1045” in your e-mail
subject line or it might be ignored as spam. Include your real name,
postal address and phone number with your entry. See contest rules and
guidelines at . The
subhead for this week’s honorable mentions is by Beverley Sharp; the
alternative headline in the “Next week’s results” line is by Jeff
Contompasis. Join the lively Style Invitational Devotees group on
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*Report from Week 1041, in which we asked you to find a question that was part of a song, and
supply a humorous answer.

Most frequently submitted, in response to “How
many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?” Two, because
by then you realize that he’s lost and not asking for directions. Below,
you can click on any of the question-lyrics to see a video or the lyrics
of the song it comes from.

*The winner of the Inkin’ Memorial: *

*Can you do the fandango?
Spare me some dignity, officer, and just let me mangle the alphabet
while stumbling over the curb like a regular drunk. /(Trevor Kerr,
Chesapeake, Va.)/

*2.* /Winner of the six animal-butt magnets: /
*“What child is this who, laid to rest, on Mary’s lap is sleeping?”

“The DNA results are in, and Joseph . . . you are NOT the father!” — M.
Povich /(Jeff Contompasis, Ashburn, Va.) /

*3.* *But how do you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to
perfume? *
Oh, don’t mention it — I could just sort of tell that this was your
first time in a Wal-Mart Supercenter. /(Brendan Beary, Great Mills, Md.) /

*4.* *Don’t you know, little fool, you never can win? *

What slogan was quickly rejected as the replacement for “What happens in
Vegas stays in Vegas”? /(Harold Mantle, Lafayette, Calif.)/

*What kind of fools are they? Honorable mentions*

*What rhymes with “hug me”? *
“Dumb lyrics bug me.” /(Jeff Contompasis) /

*Where’s the jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker-bag?
“I think you said, ‘Where’s the jaw legion baklava tenured underdog?’ If
that is incorrect, please press 2 and repeat your question.” /(Trevor
Kerr) /

*Does anybody really care about time?
Fine, I’ll take Mr. Hawking’s book to another publisher, but you’re
going to regret this! /(Danielle Nowlin, Woodbridge, Va.) /

*Why don’t we do it in the road?
I would not do it in the road,
Nor would I within your abode,
I would not do it in your car,
Nor with you out behind a bar,
I’m not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am,
So let me be, please, Sam-I-Am! /(Mark Raffman, Reston, Va.)/

*How do you speak to an angel?
Step in front of a locomotive. /(Roger Dunn, Dartmouth, England) /

*What if God was one of us? *

He’d probably use the subjunctive properly. /(Danny Bravman, Chicago)/

*Have you ever seen the rain?*
Most. Boring. Elevator. Conversation. Ever. /(Rob Huffman,
Fredericksburg, Va.)/

*Isn’t she lovely? *
“For goodness’ sake, Stevie Wonder, can’t you see for yourself that . .
. oh, sorry.” /(Rob Huffman; Kel Nagel, Salisbury, Md.) /

*What’ll I do when you are far away and I am blue, what’ll I do?
Get out of the walk-in freezer, you dodo. /(George Smith, Frederick, Md.)/

*Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?
“You should have thought of that before you starting dating me.” — T.
Hedren /(Roy Ashley,

*Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind, wanting
to start again? *
Start again as what? A plastic bag?/(Jeff Contompasis) /

*What’s so funny ’bout peace, love and understanding?
What question has never been overheard at a Tea Party rally? /(Rob

*How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?
In China these days, a lot. (/Phil Frankenfeld, Washington) /

*How many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn’t see?
Every Sunday if he’s a back judge in the NFL. – M. Shanahan /(Pam
Sweeney, Burlington, Mass.)/

*What would you say if I sang out of tune — would you stand up and walk
out on me? *
Just stick out your tongue and twerk, and it’ll be fine, Miss
Cyrus./(Randy Lee, Burke, Va.) /

*How much is that doggie in the window?
This may be Amsterdam, but even we’re not /that/ liberal. /(Edward
Gordon, Austin, Tex.) /

*Now, what’s the matter, buddy, ain’t you heard of my school?
That’s entirely beside the point, Mr. Sandusky. /(Bruce Alter, Fairfax
Station, Va.)/

*Is that all there is? *
What is the wrong thing to say to your husband on your wedding night?
/(Carol Passar, Reston, Va.)/

*Has anybody seen my gal? *
Manti Te’o, that’s kind of why we’re all here. Have /you/ seen her?
/(Bird Waring, Larchmont, N.Y.)/

*Where am I to go now that I’ve gone too far?
Actually, that’s the subject of today’s GOP caucus meeting. /(Gary
Crockett, Chevy Chase, Md.) /

*What becomes of the brokenhearted?
They purchase laxatives.

/(David Leveton, Gainesville, Va.)/

*Hello, is there anybody in there?
Very funny, Dr. Fridley. Now please get on with the Pap smear. /(Larry
Gray, Union Bridge, Md.)/

*Will you still love me tomorrow?
That depends — will you sleep with me tomorrow? /(Mike Gips, Bethesda,

*Listen, do you want to know a secret?
We already know. — Uncle Sam, Fort Meade
Me, too. – J. Assange, London /(Pam Sweeney)/

*If I were a carpenter and you were a lady, would you marry me anyway?

We agreed, David, no Village People-themed wedding! — Neil Patrick
Harris /(Kevin Dopart, Washington)/

*Do you know the way to San Jose?
Um, if you don’t know how to use a GPS, may I suggest that Silicon
Valley might not be for you? /(Mike Gips) /

*What do you get when you fall in love?
[sung] A guy who leaves the toilet seat up,
Or like me, you might get beat up. . . — Rihanna /(Chris Doyle, Ponder,
Tex.) /

*Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
[sung] Don’t ask the Congress: they’ve escaped from reality.
Boehner the Clown has gone and shut down D.C.:
“You’re just the poor folks; you get no sympathy.
You have a federal job? Off you go! Mortgage, yes; paycheck, no.
Faithful public servants? You don’t really matter to me . . . now flee.”
/(Nan Reiner, Alexandria, Va.)/

*Must it be forever inside of me?
Smedley, I’m afraid you’re not quite right for the rectal-thermometer
quality control team. /(Frank Osen, Pasadena, Calif.). /

*How long has this been going on?
Four and a half billion years — or for some of my neighbors, 6,000
years. /(Edmund Conti, Raleigh, N.C.) /

*What’s it all about, Alfie? *
Actually I’m Ned. Alfie has franchised his mountaintop consulting
racket. /(Phil Frankenfeld) /

*When will I be loved? *
You’re next, Mr. Spitzer — I mean Client 9./(Bird Waring)/

*Why don’t we do it in the road?
The road doesn’t have cable. /(Madeleine Begun Kane, New York)/

*Wasn’t it yesterday we used to laugh at the wind behind us?
What do you mean “yesterday,” honey – fart jokes never get old around
here./(Brendan Beary) /

*Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon, or asked the
grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Wow, they told me a Sierra Club interview would be weird – really, sir,
I’m just a finance major. /(Brendan Beary)/

*Why can’t a woman be more like a man?
[talk-sung à la Rex Harrison; start video at 1:00] Men are disgusting;
they’re boorish and crass.
They belch at the table, or else they pass gas.
At work they pride themselves on subterfuge and meanness.
The average man treats his surroundings like a rat.
Each spends his lifetime in the service of his penis!
Why would a woman be like that? /(Nan Reiner) /

/And Last: / *All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
/(Gary Crockett) /

*Still running — deadline Monday night — is our Week 1044 contest for
funny safety rules. See . *

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(published late
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*Next week’s results: Go SANE, * or
*puNEASiness, * our 10th annual Tour de Fours contest, in which we seek
new terms — and, this year, also funny definitions of existing ones —
that all include the letter block SANE, in any order.

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