Si ayer “calentábamos motores”… hoy ya nos tiramos por la “resbaleta” del fin de semana!!! Se trata de “Something for the weekend”, una expresión que, según comenta un tal Sr. Oc, usaban los “barberos british” para vender condones disimuladamente “algo pal finde señor?” Con lo cual tiene una connotacion del tipo “sabado sabadete”… dios qué mente más calenturienta hay en Bélgica…O_o … jejejejje

Pues eso, esta canción se la dedico a mi querido y apreciado amigo Octavio… “Elpuma” para la Guardia Civil y demás Fuerzas y Cuerpos de Seguridad del Estado (que no son tan tontos)… jajajajajajajaja… espero que hoy viernes al escuchar esta canción se le alegre el día y pase un fin de semana jocoso… tómese una cerveza belga de esas que usted dice que están tan ricas (no creo que tanto como las Cruzcampo… jejejejjeje)… un abrazo!!

 

She said ‘There’s something in the woodshed
and I can hear it breathing
it’s such and eerie feeling, darling’
He said ‘There’s nothing in the woodshed
It’s your imagination
end of conversation, darling’

Something in his heart told him to come clean
He was not who he claimed to be
Someting in his genes told him to pretend
‘Twas something for the weekend

But she said ‘There’s someting in the woodshed
I know because I saw it
I can’t simply ignore it, darling
So he said ‘Now baby don’t be stupid
Get this into your sweet head
There ain’t nothing in the woodshed (except
maybe some wood)’

Something in his heart told him to come clean
He was not who he claimed to be
Something in his genes told him to pretend
‘Twas something for the weekend

‘I’ll go all the way with you
if you’ll only do the same for me – go and see
If it’s nothing like you say
then you can have your wicked way with me

He went down to the woodshed
They came down hard on his head
Gagged and bound and left for dead
When he woke she was gone with his car and
all of his money