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My Official entry into the inaugural Unofficial MacJams Iron Chef Challenge, the theme ingredient being the title, "Wipe Your Feet at the Door."
The title did inspire me; I wrote 8 verses, and you have to listen to them all to get the whole story.
This is a song about reconciliation and compromise. About looking beyond one's quirks.
The title did inspire me; I wrote 8 verses, and you have to listen to them all to get the whole story.
This is a song about reconciliation and compromise. About looking beyond one's quirks.
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Lyrics
Please, Wipe Your Feet at the Door
I twiddle my thumbs at the table
awaiting for you to arrive
Since mom left I’ve craved your attention
the kind I’ve ignored since you were five
I remember it started so simply
at first we didn’t have a clue
but the fascination you had for our tootsies
made wearing socks in the house a rule
By the time you were 12 it was apparent
That a bare foot was a sight to be beat
We considered a boarding school for lepers
But they couldn’t guarantee they’d all have no feet.
Soon after you graduated from high school
you were arrested for dealing foot porn
the jail time didn’t help you in the least bit
since your job was removing all their corns
The stress was too much for poor old mama
so she packed her bags and moved to Iraq
You see even if she wanted to return to me
All the bombing and killing would not let her come back
If only she could see your new partner
shes pretty as pretty can be
with one little fault that most can’t get past
in that she liked her lovin’ a little tangy
You and she got along good together
and you shared your interests happily
She told you to scat, and you told her start walking
and love struck kinky lovers you would be
Now I’’m ready to welcome you together
In my home, you’re not strangers anymore
but with your pedal addiction and her fecal affliction
please son, wipe your feet at the door.
But with your pedal addiction and her fecal affliction
please son, wipe your feet at the door.
I twiddle my thumbs at the table
awaiting for you to arrive
Since mom left I’ve craved your attention
the kind I’ve ignored since you were five
I remember it started so simply
at first we didn’t have a clue
but the fascination you had for our tootsies
made wearing socks in the house a rule
By the time you were 12 it was apparent
That a bare foot was a sight to be beat
We considered a boarding school for lepers
But they couldn’t guarantee they’d all have no feet.
Soon after you graduated from high school
you were arrested for dealing foot porn
the jail time didn’t help you in the least bit
since your job was removing all their corns
The stress was too much for poor old mama
so she packed her bags and moved to Iraq
You see even if she wanted to return to me
All the bombing and killing would not let her come back
If only she could see your new partner
shes pretty as pretty can be
with one little fault that most can’t get past
in that she liked her lovin’ a little tangy
You and she got along good together
and you shared your interests happily
She told you to scat, and you told her start walking
and love struck kinky lovers you would be
Now I’’m ready to welcome you together
In my home, you’re not strangers anymore
but with your pedal addiction and her fecal affliction
please son, wipe your feet at the door.
But with your pedal addiction and her fecal affliction
please son, wipe your feet at the door.
pooey
Amazing whistle intro. And damn is that voice sexy.
And the story--I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. This
really took me back. Not that this happenned to me, but,
ahem, anyway.
You rock!