Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of pocket pool in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in your own home.
Why sure I'm a billiard player,
Certainly mighty proud I say
I'm always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend
With a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a keen eye.
But just as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score
in a balkline game,
I say that any boob kin take
And shove a ball in a pocket.
And they call that sloth.
The first big step on the road
To the depths of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An' the next thing ya know,
Your son is a playa'
In a pinch-back suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town rapper.
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six bones.
Bones that mark the diff'rence
Between a gentlemen and a bum,
With a capital "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week long your own home
Youth'll be frittern away,
I say your young men'll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the ball in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin' any water
'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the kids in the jeans,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' on the web-
sites after school, look, folks!
Right here in your home.
Trouble with a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I'm gonna be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes
On while they're loafin' around that DVD?
They're tryin' out hentai, tryin' out FileShare,
Tryin' out bunts like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all about
How they gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the basement,
Headin' for the dance at the school!
Libertine men and Scarlet women!
And rap time, shameless music
That'll grab your son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!
Mothers of nursing!
Heed the warning before it's too late!
Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The moment your son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his jeans below the waist?
Is there a stain on his palm?
A nympho nurse novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes
from Brazzers, Bang Brothers?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like 'suck't!"
And 'who's your daddy?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in your own home!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"
And that stands for pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in your own city!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, we've got trouble.
We're in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the balls is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"!
And that stands for Pool!!!
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To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of pocket pool in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in your own home.
Why sure I'm a billiard player,
Certainly mighty proud I say
I'm always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend
With a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a keen eye.
But just as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score
in a balkline game,
I say that any boob kin take
And shove a ball in a pocket.
And they call that sloth.
The first big step on the road
To the depths of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An' the next thing ya know,
Your son is a playa'
In a pinch-back suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town rapper.
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six bones.
Bones that mark the diff'rence
Between a gentlemen and a bum,
With a capital "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week long your own home
Youth'll be frittern away,
I say your young men'll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the ball in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin' any water
'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the kids in the jeans,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' on the web-
sites after school, look, folks!
Right here in your home.
Trouble with a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I'm gonna be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes
On while they're loafin' around that DVD?
They're tryin' out hentai, tryin' out FileShare,
Tryin' out bunts like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all about
How they gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the basement,
Headin' for the dance at the school!
Libertine men and Scarlet women!
And rap time, shameless music
That'll grab your son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!
Mothers of nursing!
Heed the warning before it's too late!
Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The moment your son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his jeans below the waist?
Is there a stain on his palm?
A nympho nurse novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes
from Brazzers, Bang Brothers?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like 'suck't!"
And 'who's your daddy?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in your own home!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"
And that stands for pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in your own city!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, we've got trouble.
We're in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the balls is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"!
And that stands for Pool!!!
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I note that while some nurses are upset over the media representation of themselves as Naughty or Nymphomaniac Sexy Nurses, some nurses are also buying, selling, and trading items like the following, as well as telling bawdy jokes at the nurses' station...
"Nurses do it with intensive care"
Nurses make the best lovers because…….
- We are so knackered, we fall asleep on the couch right after tea…then you can get on with watching desperate housewives without distraction.
- We know what is what and where is where….and it’s all evidence based.
- We yell “stand clear!” at the appropriate time. So you can…well…stand clear.
- We know the best chocolates… and the millions of uses for sleek…
- We understand the meaning of PRN.
- We can keep a totally straight face when we tell you that you look awesome in that flannelet nightdress and ugg boots.
- Whatever you think is wrong with you, they’ve seen bigger/smaller/saggier/lumpier/furrier/etc making you feel almost like a Victoria’s Secret model in comparison.
- Even tho’ you’re screaming, we are trained to stay focused on the job at hand.
- … we know how to get a girl to the right temperature!
- They can multi-task.
- they read lots of procedure manuals !!!!!!!
- they can present an education folder documenting they are in fact competent.
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Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in the nursing profession!
With a capital "T"
That rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool,
That stands for pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in nursing,
Right here!
Gotta figger out a way
To keep the young ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...
Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in the nursing profession!
With a capital "T"
That rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool,
That stands for pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in nursing,
Right here!
Gotta figger out a way
To keep the young ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...
* Apologies to the Music Man