Pork Chop |
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Pork Chop Lyrics |
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Yes Deutch? It`s about my hats. What about them? I mean, they bring something out in me. I... I don`t want that something, I want my hats back. Why just... we`re supposed to be friends... people who like each other want to see each other`s lives enriched in some way... You were seen last night in a restaurant havingdinnerwith one of my hats. It`s a small thing. You know... when I say you`re a pork chop you best believe you`re a pork chop. P-O-R-K C-H-O-P. When a fella comes a callin` and you`re waiting there til morning... He`s a pork chop. Pork chop. When he`s whistlin his romances, and he`s making other glances... He`s a pork chop. Pork chop. He`s a running and a dancing while he paints the town a special blue. Teaching roller skating to the missing farm, that`s the way he do. So I care about things. He can play mysterioso and everybody knows so. He`s a pork chop. Pork chop. Gonna leave me at the altar reading comic books by Faulkner. He`s a pork chop. Pork chop. He`s dragging his ass round, promises he said he`d do and I knew he`d be ringin me this evening so suprised to hear me screaming "you`re a pork chop! Pork chop!" I take issue. You should try Faulkner. I should WHAT!? Try Faulkner. ...soundsdirty. Look. The thing is this: I am a doer. Huh! There are doers and there are don`ters. Yes, yes... I may not be there for you, but I am doing things. Yes... uh huh... That`s a responsible person, a caring person, not what you say, a jambone de pork, whatever.. Wha... wait a second. Just wait a second... *muffled argument* I try to tell my feelings, and he`s looking at the ceiling. He`s a pork chop. Pork chop. On and on about abuses, and he`s sitting being useless. He`s a pork chop. (That`s for sure!) He`s dragging his ass round, promises he said he`d do and I knew he`d be ringin me this evening so suprised to hear me screaming "you`re a pork chop! Pork chop!" I am suprised! I don`t know why... *more obscured arguing to end* |
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