A Song That's Not Really About A Schlage.
Somebody done changed
Somebody done changed the lock on that door
Somebody done changed
They done changed the lock on that door
'Cause the key I got won't fit that lock no more
Now I came home last night about half past ten
Tried to get the key in the lock but I couldn't get it in
'Cause somebody done changed
They done changed the lock on that door
'Cause the key I got won't fit that lock no more
I looked through the window to see what I could see
She was talking to someone else
I know it wasn't me
She said, "daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, you don't have to go
'Cause I done changed, I done changed that lock on my door"
She changed the bed around, even painted the door
She even changed the carpet, I mean on the floor
My baby changed
Oh she done changed the lock on my door
'Cause the key I got won't fit that lock no more
Well, I walked down the street, lookin' where I used to go
She's got a mean black snake, and I can't go there no more
My baby changed
She done changed the lock on my door
And the key I got won't fit that lock no more.
-- B.B. King.
Somebody done changed the lock on that door
Somebody done changed
They done changed the lock on that door
'Cause the key I got won't fit that lock no more
Now I came home last night about half past ten
Tried to get the key in the lock but I couldn't get it in
'Cause somebody done changed
They done changed the lock on that door
'Cause the key I got won't fit that lock no more
I looked through the window to see what I could see
She was talking to someone else
I know it wasn't me
She said, "daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, you don't have to go
'Cause I done changed, I done changed that lock on my door"
She changed the bed around, even painted the door
She even changed the carpet, I mean on the floor
My baby changed
Oh she done changed the lock on my door
'Cause the key I got won't fit that lock no more
Well, I walked down the street, lookin' where I used to go
She's got a mean black snake, and I can't go there no more
My baby changed
She done changed the lock on my door
And the key I got won't fit that lock no more.
-- B.B. King.
This entry was posted by Michael Reynolds, on
Tuesday, December 04, 2007.
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1:25 PM
Second in the potentially very long series dispelling pre-adolescent misunderstandings of rock.
I learned that "Hi-Fi Mama" isn't about audio equipment at all. In fact, 3/4 of ZZ Top's catalog can't even be discussed in polite company.
6:51 PM
Maybe I should make it a regular thing. Although most of what I listen to isn't exactly subtle.
Some Eminem, that's not too hard to decode:
There she goes, shakin' that ass on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losing control. . .