Don't Think Because There's a Ring on Your Finger, You Needn't Try Anymore

Some of you may already know that one of the many twins within is an 80-year-old guy with a penchant for music from the 50s and 60s. How else to explain my listening to an AM radio station billed as, "Great Songs, Great Memories" (remember them while you can) and currently featuring this guy and his...furry little friend as one of the disc jockeys:

Anyhoo, a little ditty in heavy rotation has gotten stuck in my head lately. To truly appreciate how happy this must make me, take a gander at a 1964 performance of it (lyrics follow for those of you unable to see the video -- or if you'd like to perhaps print them out and tape them up as a daily reminder):

Hey! Little Girl
Comb your hair, fix your makeup
Soon he will open the door
Don't think because there's a ring on your finger
You needn't try anymore

For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I'm warning you...

Day after day
There are girls at the office
And men will always be men
Don't send him off with your hair still in curlers
You may not see him again

For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
He's almost here...

Hey! Little girl
Better wear something pretty
Something you'd wear to go to the city and
Dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music
Time to get ready for love
Time to get ready
Time to get ready for love

Need a second to recover?

The song reminds me of that fortune cookie game. Add "in bed" to the end of any fortune, for seconds of pure hilarity. Example: "Whatever your life's work is, do it well"

IN BED.

Ahahahahahaha!

OK, you typically have to be 14-years-old to find this game truly uproarious...

But can't you just hear "BITCH" added to the end of nearly every line of the song??

You've come a long way, ladies. At least the boys have the decency to not say or sing this stuff out loud anymore -- even though they're probably still thinking it. ;)