I Love Funny Music
A Chat With Your Mother,by Lou & Peter Berryman...
Oh the pirates in their fetid galleons,daggers in their skivvies-
with infected tatooed fingers on a blunderbuss or two...
signs of scurvy in their eyes and only mermaids on their minds-
it's from them I might expect to hear the F-word...not from you!
(chorus:)-we sit down to have a chat,it's F-word this and F-word that,
I can't controll how you young people talk to one another,
but I don't want to hear you use that F-word with your mother...
There are lumberjacks from Kodiak vacationing in Anchorage,
enchanted with their pine-tar soup and caribou shampoo...
with seven weeks of back pay in their aromatic woolens-
it's from them I would expect to hear the F-word not from you...
(chorus)
there are millitant survivalists with Gucci bandoleros,
taking tacky khaki walkie-talkies to the rendezvous-
using all the latest armor piercing ammo information,
it's from them I would expect...(chorus)
there are jocks who think that god himself is drooling in the bleachers-
in a cold november downpour with a belly full of brew...
whose entire grasp of heaven has a lot to do with football,
it's from them I would expect to hear the F-word,not from you...(chorus)
there's unsavory musicians with their filthy pinko lyrics,
who destroy the social fabric and enjoy it when they do...
with their groupies and addictions-and their poor heartbroken parents,
it's from them one might expect to hear the F-word,not from you...
we sit down to have a chat,it's F-word this and F-word that...
I can't can't controll how you young people talk to one another-
but I don't want to hear you use...that F-word with your mother...
a surefire crowd pleaser available on their superb album "love is the weirdest of all"
as well as in the rise up singing anthology,I believe.
I hope I didn't skip a verse,sometimes I do.it's still a guaranteed howler,if you ask me.
Oh the pirates in their fetid galleons,daggers in their skivvies-
with infected tatooed fingers on a blunderbuss or two...
signs of scurvy in their eyes and only mermaids on their minds-
it's from them I might expect to hear the F-word...not from you!
(chorus:)-we sit down to have a chat,it's F-word this and F-word that,
I can't controll how you young people talk to one another,
but I don't want to hear you use that F-word with your mother...
There are lumberjacks from Kodiak vacationing in Anchorage,
enchanted with their pine-tar soup and caribou shampoo...
with seven weeks of back pay in their aromatic woolens-
it's from them I would expect to hear the F-word not from you...
(chorus)
there are millitant survivalists with Gucci bandoleros,
taking tacky khaki walkie-talkies to the rendezvous-
using all the latest armor piercing ammo information,
it's from them I would expect...(chorus)
there are jocks who think that god himself is drooling in the bleachers-
in a cold november downpour with a belly full of brew...
whose entire grasp of heaven has a lot to do with football,
it's from them I would expect to hear the F-word,not from you...(chorus)
there's unsavory musicians with their filthy pinko lyrics,
who destroy the social fabric and enjoy it when they do...
with their groupies and addictions-and their poor heartbroken parents,
it's from them one might expect to hear the F-word,not from you...
we sit down to have a chat,it's F-word this and F-word that...
I can't can't controll how you young people talk to one another-
but I don't want to hear you use...that F-word with your mother...
a surefire crowd pleaser available on their superb album "love is the weirdest of all"
as well as in the rise up singing anthology,I believe.
I hope I didn't skip a verse,sometimes I do.it's still a guaranteed howler,if you ask me.