I suppose this is a semi-vent thread. I just got out of a meeting where all my co-workers were given specific and important jobs and when it came to me, I was given a list of random, miscellaneous jobs that hardly used any degree of my brain (more tedious work). Instead of being a good little b'iatch, I decided to write a jingle for myself.

So, if you had a jingle about yourself, how would it go?

I am so great.
Yeah! So great!
The best there is
And ever will be!

repeat

I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay,
I sleep all night and I work all day.

Can I make a slogan instead?

For the motherland homeland!

My breath is fresh, my clothes are neat,
I wear high heels upon my feet.

I wear them when I go out at night,
I love them more than my new pink tights

@LennyLen:

I'm an emcee and vocalist Spitting brilliance, I'm a lyricist Antagonist in stories where the good guy doesn't win

I don't have a "jingle" about myself, but here's a lyric I wrote a few years ago...

Jealousy

-intro-
Jealousy... has me feeling rage... pain... I feel worthless... and feel vengeful... I need to cure this... before...

-verse one-
My eyes are watering
My heart is stopped
Somebody call the medics and the cops
He's playing with you,
Feels like he's playing me
I watch as he wrestles you, playfully
My brain is losing battle
Subconscious wants revenge
This pain I feel has got no end
But you're so beautiful
And I'm addicted girl
Regardless of your intent, you've consumed my world
But I fear I can't win,
And when I come to,
I fear that I'll have messed up my chance with you

-verse two-
My fists are tightening
I'm perspiring a lot
You think I'm in control? I'm not
It seems I'm ignored
I fear you don't care
I'm trippin', and jealous, and scared
Can we be good friends?
He's known you since birth
I'm feeling light-headed, it hurts
Would suicide cure?
I can't go that far
I'm praying this self-hate won't scar
Broken, I'm damaged
I feel confused
I need you in my life; I'm infused with you

-chorus-
Jealousy is selfish
But then, I can't help it
I see you with them
Feels like a knife in my heart, diggin' in
I pray I can control it though
So I can have a chance with you
I dream you want to be with me,
But get consumed with jealousy

-verse three-
Girl, you're claimin' you love him
I'm not sure if you're playin'
But I love you and it's the truth that I'm sayin'
He's got a girl already
Still he's flirtin' with you
And you're flirtin' back, infecting my wounds
Damn, I wanna hold you
You don't understand it
You're more than even God could ever dream to be with
I didn't know it 'til now
I'm selfish and weak
But I'm beginning to understand and change what was me
And I'm starting to realize
That I've met you in fantasies
I'm sure of it now; you're the girl from my dreams

-pre chorus-
Yo, yo, yo, yo…
This is real deep…
I'm… I'm drowning, somebody…
Somebody help me…
This feeling isn't healthy…
Is it…? Is it…? It can't be…
Because…

-chorus-

-final verse-
Feels like I should kill 'em
But it isn't my fault
It's like getting bit
After teasing a dog
I'm like a Rottweiler on a chain
With a steak in front of my face
Until the rage exceeds the links
And they break, and I'm free to escape
But don't because I need a taste
Of the heaven that consumed my dreams
The one thing that could make me disobey and bite the hand that's feeding me
I pray to never bite you lady
And pray to pass this feeling safely
But if I cross the line to crazy
I hope you understand what made me
Cause...

-chorus-

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Ding-a-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling! Boo-ba-doo-ba-doop! Boo-ba-doo-ba-doop! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone I've got this feeling, so appealing, for us to get together and sing. Sing! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding donana phone It grows in bunches, I've got my hunches, It's the best! Beats the rest! Cellular, Modular, Interactivodular! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone Boop-boo-ba-doo-ba-doop! Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping panana phone It's no baloney, it ain't a p(h)ony My cellular bananular phone! Don't need quarters, don't need dimes, to call a friend of mine! Don't need computer or TV, to have a real good time! I'll call for pizza. I'll call my cat. I'll call the white house, have a chat! I'll place a call around the world, operator get me Beijing -jing-jing-jing! (Soprano Sax Solo) Yeah! Play that thing! (Piano Solo) Whooo Hooo! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone Boop-boo-ba-doo-ba-doop Yin yang yin yang yin yang ying yonana phone It's a real live mama and papa phone, a brother and sister and a dogaphone, a grandpa phone and a grandma phone too! Oh Yeah! My cellular, bananular phone! Banana phone, ring ring ring! (It's a phone with appeal!) Banana phone, ring ring ring! (Now you can have your phone and eat it too!) Banana phone, ring ring ring! (This song drives me, Bananas!) Banana phone, ring ring ring! Boo-ba-doo-ba-doop-doop!

I got one!

Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, Rampage!
Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, Rampage!

(Repeat ad nauseam)

It's gonna be a commercial success.

My jingle is Nordman's Vandraren.

Good song. A girl sang that in Finnish Idols. She sang it in Swedish and she pronounced it very well, but one could hear that she didn't understand a word of it. She just didn't know where one word ends and another starts. But she fooled the jury and most of the audience, who thought she actually spoke Swedish. That made her my favourite.

One, One, fireworks
Two, Three smoke machines
Five, Eight, Shoot flares
I'm great!
...repeat

/wrists

Don't you mean Hanson?