Last night, we were driving to my parents, listening to Chad's new mix tape. I was singing along to the Afghan Whigs' cover of "Lost in the Supermarket," and then John Mayer's "Your Body Is A Wonderland" came on, and I thought of Chad's weblog post calling the song "indescribably cheesey."
I said, "One of the weird side-effects of getting involved in a fic-writing fandom is that, when certain songs come out, you just know that there will be a flood of bad fics using the song's lyrics. This one, that Avril Lavigne song 'Complicated' . . . "
Chad made an affirmative noise.
"Having said that, though," I said, "I now have this horrible image of a songfic based on 'Lost in the Supermarket.'"
"Yes, that would be strange," said Chad.
"On the other hand, if the Dursleys had only lived in an apartment, it would work perfectly."
(And then I laughed for far too long, because I was tired.)
(This will probably make much more sense if you know the lyrics to "Lost in the Supermarket," which are behind the cut tag.)
I wasn't born, so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see
I heard the people who live on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That's how it's been, all around me
I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in for the special offer
A guaranteed personality
I'm all tuned in, I see the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
I've got my giant hit discotheque album
I empty a bottle and feel a bit free
Kids in the halls and pipes in the walls
Make me noises for company
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely
(Based on my recollection of the Whigs cover, supplemented by online lyrics sources. Don't hurt me if it's a little bit off.)