The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
My friend and I were walking down the street one day in 1971 when the song was a big hit, and I absent-mindedly sang the chorus ("Mama told me not to come/Mama told me not to come/that ain't the way to have fun, son/that ain't the way to have fun"), but I sang "That ain't the way to make fudge" because that's how I always heard it. I like my version better. It could be argued that the party at which the singer's girlfriend has passed out on the floor is a fairly common experience which some people would consider fun. But that sure as heck AIN'T the way to make fudge, so don't use this song's lyrics as a guide when doing so.
3/2/2004 11:44 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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