My Patient Husband and I were compiling all the rules we’ve picked up from music.
- Don’t pay the ferryman.
- Don’t talk to strangers.
- Don’t answer me (I guess that’s if you break Rule 2 and talk to strangers.)
- Don’t let it show.
- Don’t be cruel, and don’t bring me down.
- Don’t give up on us. (Similarly, don’t dream it’s over.)
- Don’t fall in love with a dreamer (especially dreamers who are dreaming it’s over).
- Don’t let the sun go down on me
- Don’t look back (and don’t stop thinking about tomorrow.)
- Don’t stop believing
- Don’t stand so close to me
It’s hard to keep track of all this advice, but don’t worry, baby.
Why all these rules? Don’t ask me why.
Don’t cry for me, Argentina. (Does that count if you’re not Argentina?)
Don’t cry, Daddy. (Same question.)
Don’t give me your love for a moment, or an hour . . .
Don’t wait on me.
Don’t talk of spring, don’t talk of fall, don’t talk at all . . .
Don’t tell mama.
Don’t look up, and don’t look down (and don’t look him in the eye).
If Argentina is your Dad, then you really shouldn’t cry for him!
Same with waiting a moment for your love in the springtime, and if you do, for heaven’s sake, don’t tell Mama about it. 😉
I thought that was don’t cry for me, I’ve got tinea.
Don’t take your guns to town, son.
And Don’t Fear The Reaper
Ah, good one! We’ve got a Reaper and a Ferryman, and apparently it’s okay to ignore both of them. 🙂
Don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t you forget about me
Don’t go breaking my heart
Don’t go chasing waterfalls
Don’t bring me down
Don’t it make my brown eyes blue
Don’t worry, be happy
And who could forget…
Billy, Don’t be a hero