An entry in The Ash Can just reminded me that it is that time of year when I start mangling songs.
With no apologies whatsoever to The Monkeys
Oh, I hide neath sheet
And hear the furnace start to heat
And wish the six o'clock alarm would never ring
Whoops it's ringing and I rise
Wipe the frost out of my eyes
My shaving razor's cold and it stings
Stoke up that mean machine
Oh, what it will mean
To a dry wood believer
And a home heating king
Stoke up that mean machine
Oh, what it will mean
To a dry wood believer
And a home heating king
With no apologies whatsoever to The Monkeys
Oh, I hide neath sheet
And hear the furnace start to heat
And wish the six o'clock alarm would never ring
Whoops it's ringing and I rise
Wipe the frost out of my eyes
My shaving razor's cold and it stings
Stoke up that mean machine
Oh, what it will mean
To a dry wood believer
And a home heating king
Stoke up that mean machine
Oh, what it will mean
To a dry wood believer
And a home heating king