Story Behind The Song
It was always a fun song to play live. This version has some nice acoustic piano and acoustic slide guitar. It's got a real traditional feel to it. The chorus always gets a laugh.
Song Description
I wrote this song in 1975 and I felt that some of the verses are getting a bit dated, so I have written a couple of new verses, to update the song. Here they are:
What's wrong in the world
when 2 boys or 2 girls
can't marry each other in peace
in Chic-filet as long as you pay
you will keep Truett Cathy at ease
So you stay home all alone
staring at your iPhone
thinking that you have a real life
until you finally realize
when you look into her eyes
you married an inflatable wife
Song Length |
4:40 |
Genre |
Folk - Americana, Folk - Americana |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Distressed, Stressed |
Subject |
Comedy, Funny, Silliness |
Similar Artists |
Arlo Guthrie, Lyle Lovett |
Language |
English |
Era |
1970 - 1979 |
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Lyrics
The House Song
By Ted Lehman Copyright 1975-2013
[G-C-G-D-G-C-G-D-G]
I come here today
To tell you to pay
Special attention
To what I have to say
And I know it's all wrong
When tomorrow it's all gone
And you still don't have nothin' to say
What ever happened
To General Patton
After good old WW 2
He was reincarnated
In George C. Scotts body
And lord knows that aint nothing new
Where is our spunk
Was it thrown in the river
What has gone wrong with our times
I can't see through the gunk
And I have a bad liver
And I can't get this dam song to rhyme
You're sure it's a bust
When you're sure you can't trust
The people in everyday life
It's the fault of no other
When you can't trust your mother
Running naked through the house with a knife
So you stay home and be weird
And watch the hair on your beard
Slowly and steadily turn gray
As you sit there at night
Watching Walter Cronkite
In your master line deluxe toupee'
We don't walk through the trees
we walk through factories
and Our sunsets are truly unreal
the colors are so fine
like sunrise on the Rhine
and we have to thank Bethlehem Steele
We don't walk any more
We take our cars to the store
We get fat round the belly line
But I sure do not care
Eating chocolate éclairs
And my passion for small talk and wine