Lyrics Please - Things Get A Little Easier...Once You Understand
Ruth Rushton
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Ruth Rushton wrote in message ...
>Anyone have these lyrics... please post. Also, who recorded this song?
Once You Understand (Stallman/Sasser) Big Tree Records BT15000, 1974
Things get a little easier, once you understand
(repeated throughout ad nauseam)
Dad: I'll be expecting you to get a haircut by Friday!
Boy: Forget it, Dad, that won't change anything!
Dad: Forget nothing, you'll do as I say, as long as you're
living in my house
Mom: He KNOWS I'm not feeling well and yet he doesn't take
ONE second out to help his mother. His only concern
is for himself!
Boy: Come on, Ma! Whaddya want from me?
Dad: Don't argue with your mother. Just shut up and
listen!
Girl: But Mom! ALL my friends will be there!
Mom: I said NO, you can't go!
Girl: But WHY?
Mom: I don't want you in that neighborhood!
Girl: Why? What's wrong with that neighborhood?
Mom: I don't like the kind of people living there
Girl: What's wrong with them?
Mom: Never mind, some day you'll THINK.
Mom: Are you SURE nobody kept you company tonight while
you were babysitting?
Girl: What's THAT supposed to mean?
Mom: Just curious
Girl: Admit it, Mom, you don't trust me
Mom: Where are you going NOW?
Boy: To my friend's house
Mom: Don't you have things to do in the house? Don't you
have any homework? Why don't you sit down and read
a book?
Boy: Oh, Ma...
Mom: Don't "Oh Ma" me! You're wasting your life away with
foolish things
Boy: What are you talking about? How 'bout your Bridge
Club and your ladies groups and your parties and your
daytime programs, what about all that?
Mom: That's different
Girl: Ma! I'll be home at eleven!
Mom: YOU better be home at TEN. Or don't bother to come home at all!
Dad: When I was your age, I was working 12 hours a day,
6 days a week, helping to pay for the food and the rent
Boy: I don't understand, what's that got to do with ME?
Dad: If you can't figure that out for yourself, you're stupid!
Boy: Hey Dad! Did you see my new guitar? I joined a group!
Dad: Son, there's a little bit more to life than joining
a group or playing a guitar
Boy: Yeah Dad? What is there to life...life...life...
<< Things get a little easier, once you understand>>
(this is up to a 70's style Christian gospel style)
::::music stops::::
Cop: Mr Cook?
Dad: Yes.
Cop: Do you have a son named Robert... Robert Cook, aged 17?
Dad: Yes!
Cop: I'm sorry, Mr. Cook, you better come down to the station house.
Your son is dead
Dad: Dead...??? H- how?
Cop: He died of an overdose
Dad: Oh... my... God...
<< Things get a little easier, once you understand>>
Dad: ::::sobs::::
With thanks to Erin Wilson for providing the "lyrics" ...such as they are.
