Dutch Vanderpool

Lyrics

My baby ain’t much for getting in touch
With nature ‘round a campfire.
And I just can’t see any reason for me
To get fitted out in formal attire.

She likes long discussions
That have an intellectual air
And I nod and take note
While I find the remote
In the cushions of my easy chair.

My friends all ask me,
“What brought you two together?
It’s easy to see
You’re not birds of a feather.”
But we took love as it came.
Love turned friction into flame.
If we weren’t different
We’d never be the same.

I always pick up my clothes
And put my stuff where it goes
And keep the seat in the proper position.
She throws her clothes on the chair
Can’t find a thing she can wear.
And if she does it’s in a wrinkled condition.

I can go on and on
About pickups and guitars
And she seems to agree
While she flips the TV
To watch Bobby Flay make vee-shee-swars
(spoken) Or something like that.

My friends all ask me,
“What brought you two together?
It’s easy to see
You’re not birds of a feather.”
But we took love as it came.
Love turned friction into flame.
If we weren’t different
We’d never be the same.

[bridge]
I don’t suppose we’ll ever know
The reason we connected.
It’s just a little puzzle
In the good Lord’s grand design.
But we’re content to leave the mouth
Of that gift horse uninspected.
You reach the sweetest berries
Through the thorns upon the vine.

My friends still ask me
“What keeps you two together?
It’s easy to see
You’re not birds of a feather.”
But we took love as it came.
Love turned friction into flame.
If we weren’t different
We’d never be the same.

Yeah, if we weren’t different
We’d never be the same.
Well, if we weren’t different
We’d never be the same.