Hey kids, you look nervous. Is it the scars? You want to know how I got ‘em?
My father, was a drinker, and a fiend. And one night, he goes off craaaazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen to defend herself. He doesn’t like that. Not…one…bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me, and he says, “Why so curious, George?”. Comes at me with the knife, “Why so curious?!”
Sticks the blade (and a lipstick!) in my mouth and saying, “Let’s put a smile on that face.” Now I see the funny side. Now I’m always smiling! Why so curious, huh!?