A Chat With Your Mom by Lou & Peter Berryman. - текст песни
A Chat With Your Mom by Lou & Peter Berryman.
Oh the Pirates in there fetted galleons,
daggers in their skivies
With Infected Tattooed fingers
on a blunderbuss or two (* BLUNDERBUSS=musket like gun *)
Signs of scurvy in there eyes
and only mermaids on there minds.
Its from them I would expect to hear the F-word
not from you
(CHORUS)
We sit down to have a chat
its F-word this and F-word that
I can't control how you young people
talk to one another
But I don't want to hear you use
that F-word with your mother
And the lumberjack from Kodiak (* a city in Alaska *)
Vacationing in Ancherage
Enchanged with their Pine-Tar Soup
and Caribou Shampoo
With seven weeks of backpay
in their airomatic woolens
Its from them I would expect to hear the F-word
not from you
(REPEAT CHORUS)
There are Militant Survivalists
with gucci bandoleros
Taking tacky-kacki walkie-talkies
to the rendevouz
Trading all the latest
armor piercing ammo information
Its from them I would expect to hear the F-word
not from you
(REPEAT 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 alot to do with football
Its from them I would expect to hear the F-word
not from you
(REPEAT CHORUS)
There's unsavory musicians
with there filthy pinko lyrics
Who'd destroy the social fabric
and enjoy it when they do
With the groupies and addictions
and there poor heart-broken parents
Its from them I would expect to hear the F-word
not from you
(REPEAT CHORUS)
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