On Thursday, April 1, 1999 at 1:00:00 AM UTC-7, WEM wrote:   
   > Ruth Rushton wrote in message ...   
   > >Anyone have these lyrics... please post.  Also, who recorded this song?   
   > Think   
   >    
   > 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.   
      
   The crazy thing about this song was...my name is "Robert Cook", I was age 17   
   at the time. I had a plastic radio in the bathroom that I turned on every   
   morning...as I washed up and got ready for High School etc. This song came on   
   after a late night out     
   partying with friends, when the part came on with the cops informing a   
   "Mr.Cook"...then saying my name and age! WELL..it shocked the sh*t out of me,   
   I checked my pulse to see if I was dead. I bought the 45 record and played it   
   for my Mother..haha..cruel..   
   .but one day I looked for the record, and never could find it? Hmmm? I wonder   
   who took it? ;)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)