La chanson du jour (159)

Shut Up Shuttin’ Up de Victor.  L’album solo d’Alex Lifeson vaut vraiment le détour!  C’est rigolo et déjanté!  Du grand Alex!

Les paroles de cette chanson sont trop pissantes (la femme d’Alex et la conjointe de son fils sont celles qui chantent)!  Les voici intégralement!

I don’t ask for much, I really don’t
I just want him to put the seat down
What are you talking about
You don’t ask for much?
You ask for everything

Well, I just want him to put the seat down
When he goes to the bathroom at night
I go in there and I sit down and it’s cold and wet
And there’s more hair on his feet then on his head

No, I like the hairs on the floor
What are they doing?
Oh, there’s a shag carpet everyday
And this above the toilet
What are they so tall that they have to lean over?
Is it that heavy?

It’s so heavy
Oh my god, they’re only good for one thing
And we know what that is
What is that? Don’t tell me
I keep forgetting, just play the guitar

He’s still talking to me about that vacation we took
He still wants the details, come on
Like, I can’t take it anymore, what am I suppose to do?

Did you throw away the pictures?
Oh, those pictures! If he saw those pictures
He’d have a heart attack
Those guys were gorgeous

Oh, were they ever but he wants to know
« Where did you go, did you go to a bar
Did you dance close, did you dance far? »
I know, what were you wearing?

Oh my god, were they looking at you?
Who danced with you, did they come home with you?
Who drove you home? Were they younger then me
Older then me, did they treat you better then me?

But you know what?
Oh god, it was awful
I always tell him, « Honey, just shut up
And play the guitar »

Has he asked you to play a hooker?
Ah, I can’t believe you’re saying that
He does that to me all the time! All the time

They’re all the same, it’s sickening! Hookers
Lipstick, big hair, makeup, the sluty outfits
Mascara, false eye-lashes
The thing with the false eye-lashes
Does he want you to shave?

The whole thing, everything, dye things
Oh my, their all the same, I’m so sick of it
We’re different, women are so different

The only thing is, we wouldn’t get paid for it
Oh god, well, they pay for it okay, in the long run?
Oh, in the short run because
They just have to play the guitar

Do you find that he always want’s attention
It’s always him him him him him
Constant attention

I can’t take it, he comes home
And he wants me to caress him
And tell him how great he is and this and this
Shut up

I love you, I love you, you’re the best
There is no one else, like really, how many time
Am I suppose to tell him that?
All I want to do is relax, have a nice little drink
Shut up

Give him a little hug, but it always leads to something else
Yea, you can’t just hug, you have to go on
And on and then the comes out
It always turns sexual, just shut up

Unbelievable it just goes on and on and on
Just shut up shuttin’ up
Their only good for one thing, just play the guitar

Shut up, ah, just shut up, man
Shut up shuttin’ up, shut up shut, shut, shut it
Shut it all up, shut up shuttin’ up


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