Howie's Norvegian Bluess

歌詞

Woke up dis mornin', just like I always do, Don' know why 'xactly, but dis morning I'm feelin' kinda blue. 'Course, I'm a Norwegian bachelor farmer -- hey, whatcha gonna do? Got myself a Guernsey, she's all covered with spots, In spring she gives me fertilizer -- well, I give her Ex-Lax, and she makes garden plotz. Some local kids got some paint, an' on my cow they played connect-the-dots. Got a high-tech fishin' pole, dat new Zebco rod & reeler, It's got anti-lock brakes, a cell phone, GPS, Weber gas grill, Firewire, and potato peeler. And streaming internet radio, so on Saturday I don't have to miss Garrison Keillor. I got my woman Inga -- an' Inga's lookin' mighty fine, She's my hot Wisconsin mama -- twenty six, but she could pass for thirty-nine. I ain't goin' out with her for her brains -- not that shes goin' out with me for mine. She went down to da dock and wondered: How much lumber we got here? She counted all the boards and slits between 'em, hit the end and disappeared, I guess it's true what dey say -- when you're outa slits, you're outa pier. When she got back on dry land, I asked her, Where'd ya go? She shrugged and said, "Slit happens" -- why she said dat, I'll never know, It musta been pier pressure -- Well, That's the song. I gotta go.