Earworm du jour
Dec. 10th, 2017 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
offcntrFor about a week now, Lou and Peter Berryman's song, A Chat With Your Mother has been stuck in my head, ever since I started improvising a new verse during last week's Market load-out. As everyone knows, there's only one way to get rid of an ear worm.
You give it to someone else.
With apologies to Lou and Pete:
There are potters with their spattered aprons, stuck inside their sneakers
With their glasses smeared with stoneware and with iron oxide too
Their hair spiked like a rooster's from the sweat and Gerstley Borate--
It's from them that I'd 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 control how you young people talk to one another--
But I don't want to hear you use
That F-word with your mother!
You give it to someone else.
With apologies to Lou and Pete:
There are potters with their spattered aprons, stuck inside their sneakers
With their glasses smeared with stoneware and with iron oxide too
Their hair spiked like a rooster's from the sweat and Gerstley Borate--
It's from them that I'd 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 control how you young people talk to one another--
But I don't want to hear you use
That F-word with your mother!