Ironic
Original Song
Backing Track
Lyrics & Actions
An elf’s meal burned to the crisp (bend knees and pull tray out of oven towards chest; wave smoke hand by face on burned)
over cooked cake had to be thrown out–(back to holding cake and throw over shoulder on had).
It’s black smoke — in Santa’s Kitchen (smoke arms down slow in front and freeze to side)
It’s a festive log — two years too late (R 2 fingers in front, L tap wrist of R)
And isn’t it ironic…(ponder look up to left and cross arms)
don’t you think (question arms)
It’s like rare (cross arms and shake head)
when you ordered well done (Celine arms forceful)
It’s a poached egg (cross arms and shake head)
when you asked for scrambled (Celine arms forceful)
It’s too hot when you ordered it mild (cross arms and shake head)
Who would’ve thought…(chin ponder)
it figures (question arms up)
Mr. Play It Safe – (Mehtab point)
was afraid to try (timid, closed, tip-toe, and hands near face)
He packed his apron – (making patties gesture for pack)
and said goodbye (wave R hand slowly from L->R)
He waited his whole life – (pull R arm down hand open)
to cook tonight (stir gesture)
And when his log burned up — (2 arm fan gesture putting out fire food)
he thought “Well isn’t this nice…” (hit hand to head –face palm)
And isn’t it ironic…(ponder look up to left and cross arms)
don’t you think (question arms)
It’s like rare when you ordered well done
It’s a poached egg when you asked for scrambled
It’s too hot when you ordered it mild
Who would’ve thought… it figures
Well life has a funny way (hands in front r first then left)
of sneaking up on you (cover eyes and remove on you)
When you think everything’s okay (OK gesture)
and everything’s going right (transition to thumbs up)
And life has a funny way (same as earlier, but both sway at same time)
of helping you out when (hugo side 1 arm muscle)
You think everything’s gone wrong (hands side of head)
and everything blows up (explosion hands in front of face)
In your face
An elf’s meal — burned to the crisp
over cooked cake had to be thrown out
It’s black smoke in Santa’s Kitchen
It’s a festive log two years too late
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think
A little too ironic…, yeah, I really do think…
It’s like rare when you ordered well done
It’s a poached egg when you asked for scrambled
It’s too hot when you ordered it mild
Who would’ve thought… it figures
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