Originally posted by darvlayI was very surprised to learn that Shel Silverstein wrote that song, "Put Another Log On the Fire"
Is that Shel Silverstein?
Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me.
Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
And don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
And ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet cause I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.
So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me.
Originally posted by rbmorrisSounds like a normal day to me.
I was very surprised to learn that Shel Silverstein wrote that song, "Put Another Log On the Fire"
Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea ...[text shortened]...
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me.
Originally posted by rbmorris"F### you! I won't do what you tell me!" - Rage Against the Machine
I was very surprised to learn that Shel Silverstein wrote that song, "Put Another Log On the Fire"
Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea ...[text shortened]...
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me.
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Willst du, bis der Tod euch scheidet,
Treu ihr sein für alle Tage?
Nein!
Nein!
Willst du, bis der Tod euch scheidet,
Treu ihr sein für alle Tage?
Nein!
Nein!
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Du hast...
Du hast mich...
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Du hast mich...
Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich...
Du hast mich...
Du hast mich gefragt...
Du hast mich gefragt...
Du hast mich gefragt und ich habe nichts gesagt.
Willst du, bis der Tod euch scheidet,
Treu ihr sein für alle Tage?
Nein!
Nein!
Willst du, bis zum Tod, der scheidet,
Sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen?
Nein!
Nein!
Willst du, bis der Tod euch scheidet,
Treu ihr sein....?
Nein!
Nein!