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
Shivaree, so my relatives on my mother's side claim, is/was a
South Dakota tradition wherein friends of a newly married couple
would visit the couple at their home on their wedding night, wake
them up, and be served some kind of food or drink--I'm hazy on
the details because I never witnessed one myself. It does sound
like the sort of activity somebody might engage in after significant
alcohol consumption. But in retrospect, how would either Sir Elton
or Taupin, Brits who have probably never visited South Dakota,
have heard of this alleged tradition?
Again, I learned the correct line from somebody else's mishearing
posted on this site.
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