In view of all the miserable news we've had today, and our early morning excursion into the politics of abortion, I thought we could all use some good old fashioned country music!

So, here's a fine example from Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys!

Get Your Biscuits in the Oven and Your Buns in Bed

You uppity women I don’t understand
Why you gotta go and try to act like a man,
But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
You’d better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink.

Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That’s what I to my baby said,
Women’s liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.

Early every morning you’re out on the street
Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet.
You gave up your maiden form for lent
And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent.

Every single brakeman that’s ever come along
Had a little woman always tellin’ him that he’s wrong.
Eve said to adam, ¡°here’s an apple you horse¡±
And delilah defoliated samson’s moss.

Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That’s what I to my baby said,
Women’s liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.

Mean-hearted harpies are breaking all the laws
Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras,
Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean
And your coffee makes my hair turn green.

So damn emancipated in your mind and your body,
Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate.
If you can’t love a male chauvinist
You’d better cross me off your shopping list.

Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That’s what I to my baby said,
Women’s liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.

Eric The(Lyrical)Hun

And here's another one from Kinky and His Texas Jewboys, written by Shel Siverstein:

[size=3][b]Put Another Log on The Fire[/b][/size=3]

Put another log on the fire,
Cook me up some bacon and some beans,
Go out to the car and change the tire,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Baby, fill my pipe and then go fetch my slippers,
Boil me up another pot of tea.
Put another log on the fire, girl,
Come and tell me why you’re leaving me.

Don’t I let you wash the car on sunday ?
Don’t I warn you when you’re getting fat ?
Hey, fatso!
Ain’t I gonna take you fishing some day ?
Well, a man can’t love a woman more than that.

Ain’t I always nice to your kid sister,
Don’t I take her driving every night ?
So sit here at my feet because I like you when you’re sweet
And you know that it ain’t feminine to fight.

Put another log on the fire,
Cook me up some bacon and some beans,
Go out to the car and change the tire,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.

Fill my pipe and then go fetch my slippers,
Boil me up another pot of tea.
Put another log on the fire, woman,
Come and tell me why you’re leaving me.
Yeah, come and tell me why you’re leaving me.

YeeeHaaawwwww! Now that's some fine Texas music, huh?

Eric The(FiddlingAbout)Hun[>]:)]

[size=3][b]Old Ben Lucas[/b][/size=3]

Ol’ ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin’ right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick
But back again it grows.

Well, ol’ ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin’ right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick,
But back again it grows.

When it’s cotton picking time in texas,
Boys, it’s booger picking time for ben.
He’d raise that finger mean and hostile
Stick it in that waitin’ nostril,
Here he comes with a green one once again.

All right, pick it, eric!

Ol’ ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin’ right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick,
But back again it grows.

Everybody!
Ol’ ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin’ right out of his nose,
He picked and picked till it made you sick
But back again it grows.

Eric The(Amiable)Hun[>]:)]

I guess we don't get Kinky and the Jewboys up here [:(]

You mean y'all don't have access to his albums, or that y'all just don't understand his music at all?

Do y'all get kinky with Jewboys up there?

Or is that a question better directed to [b]Striker[/b]?

[:D]

Eric The(DuckAndCover)Hun[>]:)]

I have found, much to my surprise, that serenading women with "Put Another Log on The Fire" does not light the fires of romance. Too bad, I think it's the only song I know all the words to.

I [u]always[/u] sang that song around Miz Hun!

Hmmm? Maybe that's why [u]my[/u] stocking was not hung by the chimney with care, and most of my stuff was thrown in the yard with a clatter!

Is that the whole matter?

Eric The(RightJollyOldElf)Hun[>]:)]