I feel your pain Liza

I was in the car yesterday listening to one of my children's cd's (they were in the car too), and all of a sudden, I thought to myself, "Why does this lady sound so mad?" Then I started listening to the words. I could not stop laughing!!!! The song was, "There's A Hole In the Bucket." I have known this song my whole life and never once thought it was about what it is really about. Maybe your sweet husband isn't like this, but my sweet husband is. Liza, I can relate.

John: Where does this platter go?

Me: The same place it has been since we moved here two years ago. (As I open a cabinet door) (I know I shouldn't be such a smarty pants)

John: It doesn't look like there is any room for it.

Me: It goes on the bottom.

John: But, all those dishes are there.

Me: It goes underneath them.

John: So I have to move all those other dishes to put this away?

I just walk away. (with a big sigh of course)

If you need to remember the tune, listen here.

The version I have, the woman's voice gets more frustrated as the song goes on. The guy sounds so completely helpless. At the end she is like, "aaaaugghhhh!" Henry is like, "what?" "Liza?" I listened to it four times, and had John listen to it last night. I told him to just listen to see if he really knew what this song was about, and he just laughed through the song because he knows that is how he really is.

There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza,
There's a hole.

Then fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Then fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.

With what should I fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I fix it, dear Liza, with what?

With a straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With a straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, with a straw.

But the straw is too long, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The straw is too long, dear Liza, too long.

Then cut it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Then cut it dear Henry, dear Henry, cut it!

With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, with what?

With an ax, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With an ax, dear Henry, an ax.

But the ax is too dull, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The ax is too dull, dear Liza, too dull.

Then, sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Then sharpen it dear Henry, dear Henry, sharpen it!

With what should I sharpen it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I sharpen, dear Liza, with what?

With a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, a stone.

But the stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry.

Then wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Then wet it dear Henry, dear Henry, wet it.

With what should I wet it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I wet it, dear Liza, with what?

With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, with water.

But how shall I get it?, dear Liza, dear Liza,
But how shall I get it?, dear Liza, with what?

In the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
In the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, in the bucket!

But there's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.
There's a hole.

If your husband is like Henry, I feel your pain too. So funny!

(Please note: This post was approved by my husband.)