Update: Barbara over at If I Didn't Have a Sense of Humor is partially responsible for this post. I read her post and this song came to mind. Now she has kindly added some of her own lyrics in an updated version of the song. Read her comment below. Thanks B.
Now we can all truly enjoy this song guilt free.
I love Burt Bacharach, really I do,
but I have to ask myself,
"What was he thinking when he wrote these lyrics?"
I just want to wipe that smirk off of his face
and bend that index finger back until he screams Uncle!
(I don't actually know anything about Jack Jones. He is probably a really nice guy. Sorry Jack.
It's just the delivery of the song and the finger wagging that got to me.)
CAUTION: G rating ends here.
LOVE THIS! I am so not that woman but more like the last last picture!
ReplyDeleteHaha the last one!!!! It had me rolling on the floor!
ReplyDeleteConsidering the amount of profanity on many blogs I really don't think anyone is going to notice, but beware of the red flag--I got tagged almost immediately after I started up the cat blog when it was entitled "Poonie & The Boo"--it was either the title or I offended someone by saying their glittery white rock 50's retro repro front yard looked like a giant cat box. And just for the record, I LOVE this song, lyrics and all. In fact, I'm humming it right now as I look at my messy dusty house with unwashed dishes and unmade beds and say, "Fuck you--I'm going shopping!"
ReplyDeleteI understand what you're saying about the lyrics, but I love the song, too.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'll admit it. I listened to the song about 5 times while writing this post. (until my husband said,"Please, do we have to hear that insipid song AGAIN?") And yes, I know every word! Am I a closet 50's wife?
ReplyDeleteHey, Mr. Man,
ReplyDeleteComb your hair, shave your face up.
Soon she will open the door.
Don't think because
There's a ring on your finger,
You needn't try any more
For husbands should always be lovers, too.
Run to her arms the moment she comes home to you.
I'm warning you.
Day after day,
There are girls at the office,
And girls will always be girls.
Don't send her off
With your butt still in jockeys.
You may not see her again.
For husbands should always be lovers, too.
Run to her arms the moment she comes home to you.
She's almost here.
Hey, Mr. Man
Better wear something gallant,
something you'd wear to go to the restaurant.
And dim all the lights,
Pour the wine, start the music.
Time to get ready for love.
Dim all the lights,
Pour the wine,start the music.
Time to get ready for love.
Time to get ready,time to get ready for love.
Time to get ready,time to get ready for love.
That's perfect Barbara...now I can sing the song guilt free. That's right Mr. Man, time to get ready for love!!! B., you are a riot and always spot on.
ReplyDeleteI counter his sentiment with Leslie Gore's "You don't own me". I actually heard this on the radio today!
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmOrWG2FTbg&feature=related
Hey Midcenturymadam, I have good news for you! I've recognized Midcentury Madness with the One Lovely Blog Award! I'v posted all of the winners on Go Retro. Congratulations!
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