No Anchovies, Please Lyrics
| Song | No Anchovies, Please |
| Artist | J. Geils Band |
| Album | Love Stinks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Justman, Wolf | |
| This is the story of a young couple in Portland, Maine. | |
| While waiting for her husband Don to return home from work, she reaches for | |
| A can of anchovies. As she spreads the tiny fish across a piece of lettuce, | |
| She notices a small note at the bottom of the can. Written on it is a | |
| Telephone number. Curious, she dials, and is told, "Don't move, lady, we'll | |
| Be right over." Placing the phone back on the hook, she turns to see three | |
| Smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen doorway. Before she realizes | |
| What is happening to her, she is rolled tightly in long sheets of cellophane, | |
| Transported to an international airport, and placed on a waiting jet-liner. | |
| All this being too much for her to comprehend, she passes out. | |
| Upon awakening, she finds herself in a strange, foreign speaking nation | |
| ("Dalas nekcihc dna tihs nekcihc neewteb ecnereffid eht wonk ot suineg a | |
| Ekat t'nseod ti."). Alone, fearing her escape impossible, she seeks comfort | |
| In the arms of a confidential agent. With the trace of her kiss still warm | |
| Upon his lips, he betrays her to the hands of three scientists who are | |
| Engaged in diabolical, avant-garde experiments previously performed only on | |
| Insects and other small, meaningless creatures. Using her as their subject, | |
| They are delighted with the results. For the first time, a human being is | |
| Transformed into a ("shhh... it's secret"). | |
| Meanwhile, back in Portland, Maine... | |
| Her husband Don, now chain-smoking 40 packs of cigarettes a day, sits at a | |
| Local bar and has a few beers with the regulars. Bored, everyone's | |
| Attention turns to the television set that just hangs from the wall. | |
| ("Welcome to Bowling for Dollars"). Suddenly, crazy Al says, "S-say, Don, | |
| There sure is something familiar about that bowling ball." To which a | |
| Terrified Don replies, "Oh my God! That bowling ball! It's my wife!" | |
| And the lesson we learn from this story is, next time you place your order, | |
| Don't forget to say, "No anchovies please." |
| zuo ci : Justman, Wolf | |
| This is the story of a young couple in Portland, Maine. | |
| While waiting for her husband Don to return home from work, she reaches for | |
| A can of anchovies. As she spreads the tiny fish across a piece of lettuce, | |
| She notices a small note at the bottom of the can. Written on it is a | |
| Telephone number. Curious, she dials, and is told, " Don' t move, lady, we' ll | |
| Be right over." Placing the phone back on the hook, she turns to see three | |
| Smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen doorway. Before she realizes | |
| What is happening to her, she is rolled tightly in long sheets of cellophane, | |
| Transported to an international airport, and placed on a waiting jetliner. | |
| All this being too much for her to comprehend, she passes out. | |
| Upon awakening, she finds herself in a strange, foreign speaking nation | |
| " Dalas nekcihc dna tihs nekcihc neewteb ecnereffid eht wonk ot suineg a | |
| Ekat t' nseod ti.". Alone, fearing her escape impossible, she seeks comfort | |
| In the arms of a confidential agent. With the trace of her kiss still warm | |
| Upon his lips, he betrays her to the hands of three scientists who are | |
| Engaged in diabolical, avantgarde experiments previously performed only on | |
| Insects and other small, meaningless creatures. Using her as their subject, | |
| They are delighted with the results. For the first time, a human being is | |
| Transformed into a " shhh... it' s secret". | |
| Meanwhile, back in Portland, Maine... | |
| Her husband Don, now chainsmoking 40 packs of cigarettes a day, sits at a | |
| Local bar and has a few beers with the regulars. Bored, everyone' s | |
| Attention turns to the television set that just hangs from the wall. | |
| " Welcome to Bowling for Dollars". Suddenly, crazy Al says, " Ssay, Don, | |
| There sure is something familiar about that bowling ball." To which a | |
| Terrified Don replies, " Oh my God! That bowling ball! It' s my wife!" | |
| And the lesson we learn from this story is, next time you place your order, | |
| Don' t forget to say, " No anchovies please." |
| zuò cí : Justman, Wolf | |
| This is the story of a young couple in Portland, Maine. | |
| While waiting for her husband Don to return home from work, she reaches for | |
| A can of anchovies. As she spreads the tiny fish across a piece of lettuce, | |
| She notices a small note at the bottom of the can. Written on it is a | |
| Telephone number. Curious, she dials, and is told, " Don' t move, lady, we' ll | |
| Be right over." Placing the phone back on the hook, she turns to see three | |
| Smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen doorway. Before she realizes | |
| What is happening to her, she is rolled tightly in long sheets of cellophane, | |
| Transported to an international airport, and placed on a waiting jetliner. | |
| All this being too much for her to comprehend, she passes out. | |
| Upon awakening, she finds herself in a strange, foreign speaking nation | |
| " Dalas nekcihc dna tihs nekcihc neewteb ecnereffid eht wonk ot suineg a | |
| Ekat t' nseod ti.". Alone, fearing her escape impossible, she seeks comfort | |
| In the arms of a confidential agent. With the trace of her kiss still warm | |
| Upon his lips, he betrays her to the hands of three scientists who are | |
| Engaged in diabolical, avantgarde experiments previously performed only on | |
| Insects and other small, meaningless creatures. Using her as their subject, | |
| They are delighted with the results. For the first time, a human being is | |
| Transformed into a " shhh... it' s secret". | |
| Meanwhile, back in Portland, Maine... | |
| Her husband Don, now chainsmoking 40 packs of cigarettes a day, sits at a | |
| Local bar and has a few beers with the regulars. Bored, everyone' s | |
| Attention turns to the television set that just hangs from the wall. | |
| " Welcome to Bowling for Dollars". Suddenly, crazy Al says, " Ssay, Don, | |
| There sure is something familiar about that bowling ball." To which a | |
| Terrified Don replies, " Oh my God! That bowling ball! It' s my wife!" | |
| And the lesson we learn from this story is, next time you place your order, | |
| Don' t forget to say, " No anchovies please." |
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