Heh! Heh! You sure you want to hear mine, Phoenix?
From memory:
I feel bad,
I feel bum,
Gee I wish that spring would come.
Cause I gotta code in my nose.
I gotta code in my nose.
Went to see the doctor,
Asked him what to do.
Lordy, help the doctor.
Cause he then said
I got one too, sooooooo
We lay down,
Side by side.
I'm still here but the doctor died.
And I've got a code in my nose
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I've got a code in my nose.
Oh... my... gawd.
Was it at least, like, a parody? (I don't think so, but hoping.)
Wow!
When does that date from?
Soz, I have no idea where that song came from. In my family, we didn't talk, we sang.
Oh, was referring to Phoenix's, Letty.
Marizy doats is cool, I've heard of that.
Phoenix, thanks for looking it up. That's kind of exactly the anti Rosie the Riveter song, isn't it? OK gals, you had your spot of working but now it's time to do what you're really meant for.
I especially love the repeated reference to doing what's necessary to keep him at home, so he doesn't stray. 'Cause if he strays it's the woman's fault of course.
Bleh!!
Mairzy not marizy (typo)...
That one's more familiar, Phoenix, 'specially these lines:
Quote:Run my fingers thru his curly locks
Mend his underwear and darn his socks
Fetch his slippers and remove his shoes
Wipe his glasses when he read the news
Oy!
(I can't suss out the irony content -- I think I see a little.)
Soz- Nowadays, a song like that would be perceived as an insult by women. In those days, the attitude in that song was the norm, and women bought into it.
Didn't Nina Simone sing that song? Somehow the lyrics don't seem so bad when she's singing them.
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