You Talk Too Much

The difference between being at home with a bad throat and larngitis, is that at home, I don't have to talk that much. The pups have been taking advantage - I let them out to the front yard, and try to call them back in a hoarse whisper. They give me that look of "you talking to me? Cause, I don't HEAR you!" I end up whistling and slapping my leg.


At work, I have to keep talking. Not so amusing when I answer the phone, when people go "hello? hello? Is anyone there?"



Anyway, my throat is killing me now after being here 9 hours. I can't take the Vicodin (narcotic) to supress my cough because, well, it's a narcotic, but the coughing is ripping out my throat.


I 'm having to call off tonight. In (dis)honor of my throat, I present - Joe Jones, 1960

You talk too much
You worry me to death
You talk too much
You even worry my pet



You just talk
Talk too much


You talk about people
That you don't know
You talk about people
Wherever you go


You just talk
Talk too much


You talk about people
That you've never seen
You talk about people
You can make me scream


You just talk
you talk too much