I felt like SDOIT was written about me when I was a teen, hence the name.
However, there actually IS a song written for/about me, by a good friend of mine. He was trying to make money doing odd creative jobs when he was in grad school/broke, so I half-jokingly told him I'd pay him $50 to write a country song about the jackalope running free across the plains. He went above and beyond, and made it a song about me, too. He is a hugely talented dude, and it's actually pretty amazing. I don't think I can share the song itself but these are the lyrics for anybody who knows me
The Legend of the Jackalope Now, this here’s the story of the jackalope,
a real fearsome critter, or so I’m told,
whose mama was a rabbit, and her pa was an antelope.
The truth is it really was a deer and a hare,
but that little bit is neither here nor there,
the point is our Jackie was naturally bespoke.
The story was told to me by Mr. Steven Wilson,
who sat at my bar and, sippin’ on his whiskey,
said “I’ll tell you a tale, and I swear it ain’t no joke.
He said, “A rabbit with antlers and an itchin’ disposition
ran off to see the world and find what she was missin’,
leaving behind all her friends and folks.”
She sang, “Free! Free! I want to go run free,
come Hell, high water, rough roads or rain.
Free! Free! A jackalope, free as can be, running wild across the plain.”
Now, Mr. Steven Wilson was our local taxidermist
and through his hair and glasses I could tell that he was earnest,
so I poured him a shot and asked, “Well, where’d she go?”
Mr. Wilson shot a very weary look at me,
and shaking in his black shirt and dungarees
told me, “I don’t know, but my heart is broke.”
He said that he and Jackie could have had a life together,
he’d capture and collect his things and she could do whatever
and the taxidermy business would keep them afloat.
But this here jackalope, she had some other plans.
Told him, “I can’t be tied down by some old man.
Relationships, to me, are a hangin’ rope.”
She sang, “Free! Free! I want to go run free,
come Hell, high water, rough roads or rain.
Free! Free! A jackalope, free as can be, running wild across the plain.”
Well I went home and I looked on Wikipedia,
Weird NJ, and all other social media,
to find out more about this jackalope.
Some say she lent her name to a brewery
out in a state with legal THC,
but just as soon, old Jackie hit the road.
Others say she’s into hospice care,
a hell of a trade for a deer-slash-hare,
helpin’ old folks turn into ghosts.
Wherever she is, her legend lives on.
I even met with Steven and co-wrote this song,
quoting Jackie’s chorus, and here’s how it goes:
“Free! Free! I want to go run free,
come Hell, high water, rough roads or rain.
Free! Free! A jackalope, free as can be, running wild across the plain.”