NOBODY EVER GETS KILLED AT OUR HOUSE
(Charlie King, c 1984, Pied Asp Music, BMI)

Nobody ever gets killed at our house,
Nobody ever gets maimed.
No glorious fight on the court or the ice
Where the grown-up boys play
At their big money games.
No one gets shot at, run over or stabbed,
Nobody goes up in flames,
And the Army recruiters,
They never pass through here,
You must wonder how we stay sane.

CHORUS:
Joanne and Jamie curled up with their books,
I'm strumming an old song or new.
It may come as shock, but some nights we just talk.
It's amazing the depths that you can sink to.
We might watch the fire,
We might watch the baby,
We might watch the stars passing through,
Ah, but nobody ever gets killed at our house.
Take care, it could happen to you.

No bathing suit beauties parade through our house,
Nobody's having affairs.
Nobody wiggles or giggles or jiggles
In cute little outfits with platinum hair.
We miss all the gay and risque little jokes
From Johnny and Joanie and Bob.
And out of sheer malice, we never watch Dallas,
I guess you could say we've been robbed.

Chorus (We might watch....)

Ronald McDonald won't come to our house.
Barbie and Ken stay away.
No precocious teens sell us Calvin Klein jeans
Or feminine hygiene deodorant spray.
Imagine a childhood with out G.I. Joe,
Of all TV's wisdom deprived
In ignorant squalor with rings round our collars,
We live out our meaningless lives.

Chorus

Charlie says of the song, " I think the song is pretty self-evident: An arrogant counter-culture creep foists his values on the listening public. " Charlie declines to do the late night research needed to update the song. He recorded it on a tape "Feelings of Fire" and it also available in his new songbook, "Two Good Arms." Order from Charlie at
Vaguely Reminiscent Sounds
PO Box 6207
Hamden CT 06517
VaguelyRem@aol.com
Book is $18, the tape $10 plus $1.50 ship and handling. (think these are still current)
Blessings,
Barbara