You Ain't Talkin' to Me
The Alferd Packer Memorial String BandOriginale | A translation into CERNglish by Lorenzo Masetti |
YOU AIN'T TALKIN' TO ME I went up to a lady's house To bum a bite to eat She fed me on some pork and beans And pie, I called it sweet She says, "Now, Jim I sure did feed you good Will you walk out in my backyard And chop a stick of wood?" You ain't talkin' to me, No you ain't a-talkin' to me I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see You ain't talkin' to me No you ain't a-talkin' to me You fed me good but I can't cut wood And you ain't a-talkin' to me Now me and my wife has ups and downs All throughout married life One day she says to me, "Jim Let's stop these scars and strife" We went out upon the lake One evening just about dusk She says to me, "Let's drown ourselves No one will grieve for us" You ain't a-talkin' to me No you ain't talkin' to me I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see You ain't a-talkin' to me No you ain't a-talkin' to me When the lake goes dry it's time to die And you ain't talkin' to me Me and my buddy Jake Went huntin' on a sunny day. We run into a big ol' bear And he would not go away. Jake says to me "Now Jim, We'll need some help, it's clear. So I'll run back and get the boys, and you just keep him here." You ain't talkin' to me You ain't talkin' to me. I may be crazy, and all like that, But I got good sense you see. You ain't talkin' to me, No you ain't talkin' to me. You hold the gun, I'd rather run You ain't talkin' to me. I saw a sign in a window While walking up town one day "Join the Army, see the world." Is what it had to say. "You'll see exciting places With a jolly crew You'll meet interesting people And learn to kill them, too." Oh you ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see. You ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. Killin' with a gun Don't sound like fun, You ain't talkin to me. I heard the neutron bomb is so uniquely styled Built to spare the cradle, while it slays the child Now if you should ask me, I'd say that's mighty queer To build great big bombs like that, and kill folks far and near [1] You ain't talkin' to me, You ain't talkin; to me. I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see. You ain't talkin' to me, No, you ain't talkin' to me They build them nukes And they call us kooks? You ain't talkin' to me. I heard that a general Had died and gone to rest. He met St. Peter at the Pearly Gates And asked if he'd stood the test. "I prayed for the troops That they'd not go astray." St. Peter looked at him both long and hard And here's what he had to say: Oh you ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see. You ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. I'll tell you again, War's a sin. You ain't talkin' to me. | YOU ARE NOT TALKING TO ME, NO? I saw a sign in the window when I was walking in the town "Enter the army and you see the world Enlist and we will be at horse [1] You will see a lot of places with a very good company You will meet a lot of people And also learn to kill them Oh, you are not talking to me, no? It is not me that you are talking It can well be that I am crazy but I also have some common sense, you are not talking to me you are not talking to me To kill people with a gun it doesn't sound much fun you are not talking to me! There was a general that pulled the sock [2] He went to Paradise and met St. Peter and St. Peter asked if he passed the exam "I have prayed for the soldiers that they didn't lose the straight way" St Peter looked at him, pissed black [3] and that's what he said: Oh, you are not talking to me, no? It is not me that you are talking It can well be that I am crazy but I also have some common sense, you are not talking to me I repeat because you are hard as a pine cone [4] WAR IS A SIN. Put it well in your head [5] It seems to me that I am talking to a wall. [6] "Where are you going?" "They are onions!" [7] |
I hear they built a bomb
so uniquely styled
Built to spare the cradle,
while it slays the child.
Now if you should ask me,
I'd say that's mighty strange
Killin' all the folks far and near,
but spare their home on the range.
You ain't talkin' to me
You ain't talkin' to me.
I may be crazy and all like that
But I got good sense you see.
You ain't talkin' to me,
No you ain't talkin' to me.
They built that nuke,
And they call me a kook?
You ain't talkin' to me.
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