More Songs About Buildings and Food

My brother was a newlywed and I was too. Everyone was a student; both of our wives had jobs, but we didn’t. One Sunday I was at my in-laws (still without a job) having dinner and I told them a funny story about how my brother went to look for a job only to find his wife a better one. They sat there stiff. That was it. That was the punch line. You could hear a mouse pissing on cotton. When that story was told at my mother’s it brought down the house. Her drunk boyfriend complemented her by saying those boys of yours sure know how to marry.