Honey O Baby of mine....

Now that one I get, dyslexia!

I'm guessing "my thrill" is a term of endearment, Letty!? Hmmmm. Interesting!

Hi Boomer.

My doll is as dainty as a sparrow,
Her figure is somethin' to applaud.
Where she's narrow she's as narrow an arrow,
And she's broad where a broad should be broad.

A hundred and one pounds of fun,
That's my little honey bun!
Get a load of honey bun tonight.

I'm speakin' of my Sweetie Pie,
Only sixty inches high,
Ev'ry inch is packed with dynamite!

Her hair is blond and curly,
Her curls are hurly-burly.
Her lips are pips!
I call her hips 'Twirly' and 'Whirly.'

She's my baby, I'm her pap!
I'm her booby, she's my trap!
I am caught and I don't wanna run,
'Cause I'm havin' so much fun with honey bun!

(South Pacific)

i tried and failed to find an accurate rendition by frank, he ended the song by throwing in dame, chick, cuckoo broad, all the good frank terms for women


The lady Is A Tramp

I've wined and dined on mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too
From Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, I missed the Beaux-Arts Ball
and, what is twice as sad,
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Caaahd
But social circles spin too fast for me
My Hobo-hemia is the place to be

I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I love the theater but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
I don't like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke--it's "oke"
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

I go to Coney, the beach is divine
I go to ball games, the bleachers are fine
I follow Winchell and read every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight that isn't a fake
I love the rowing on Central Park Lake
I go to opera and stay wide awake
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose?
I'm flat--that's that
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Don't know the reason for cocktails at five
I don't like flying, I'm glad I'm alive
I crave affection, but not when I drive
That's why the lady is a tramp
Folks went to London and left me behind
I missed the crowning, Queen Mary didn't mind
Won't play Scarlett in "Gone with the Wynde"
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like to hang my hat where I please
Sail with the breeze
No dough--hi-ho!
I still like Roosevelt, I think he's a champ
That's why the lady
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp

Hi Raggedyag!

I think that song covers just about every enderaring term one could think up!

A "broad". I haven't thought of that slang in ages! I love it! I have a friend who fits that bill, she's a total "broad". She might be a bit too young to recall the term. I can't wait to talk to her now.

Snooky Ookums (by Irving Berlin)

There's a married couple happily
Living in apartment forty-three
I live right next door
In apartment forty-four
Gee! but they're a mushy he and she
Mushing seems to be their specialty
It would start you walking
If you heard them talking

All day long he calls her
Snooky ookums
Snooky ookums

All they do is talk like babies
She's his jelly elly roll
He's her sugey ugar bowl
Here's the way they bill and coo
Poogy woo, poogy woo, poogy woo

All night long he calls her
Snooky ookums
Snooky ookums
All night long the neighbors shout
"Cut it out! cut it out! cut it out!"
They cry "For goodness sake!
Don't keep us all awake
With your snooky, ookey, ookey baby talk!"

"Cut it out" I guess!

I think I've lost another tooth over that one, bree. I've never ever heard that song or phrase or anything. Do you know where its from?

I'm singing Snookey Ookums right now, but I'll be darned if I can remember what movie it was in. It's Fred Astaire, though. Maybe with Judy Garland? Which movie, Bree:

That tops:

Now a woman who'll kiss on a very 1st date,
Is usually a hussy,
And a woman who'll kiss on the second time out,
Is anything but fussy,
But a woman who'll wait 'till the 3rd time around,
Head in the clouds, feet on the ground,
She's the girl he's glad he's found,
She's his Shipoopi.

Shipoopi, Shipoopi, Shipoopi,
The girl is hard to get.
Shipoopi, Shipoopi, Shipoopi,
But you can win her yet.

Walk her once just to raise the curtain,
Then you walk around twice and you make for certain.
Once more in the flower garden,
She will never get sore if you beg her pardon.

Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si, do,
Si, la, sol, fa, mi, re, do.

Squeeze her once when she isn't lookin'.
If you get a squeeze back that's fancy cookin'.
Once more for a pepper-upper,
She will never get sore on her way to supper.

etc. (Music Man)

Hi djjd! Sorry I missed you on my first cruise through - I didn't mean to ignore your contribution! Amazingly, I've never read the lyrics to that song. "Hobohemia" might just be my new favorite word.

Just after I get over "broad", Raggedyag shows up calling girls "hussys"!

The ladies of music should also get their due here, in the interests of diplomacy:

MY BUTCHER MAN
Memphis Minnie
from 'Hoodoo Lady' (good for the thread)

(spoken: Wonder where is my butcher man now?
I've been looking for him all day long!)
Butcher man, butcher man, where have you been so long?
Butcher man, butcher man, where have you been so long?
I can't catch you at the butcher shop and you're so hard to find at home
I'm going to tell everybody I've got the best butcher man in town
I'm going to tell everybody I've got the best butcher man in town
He can slice your ham, he can cut it from the fat on down
He slice my pork chops and he grinds my sausage, too
He slice my pork chops and he grinds my sausage, too
Ain't nothing in the line of butcherin' that my butcher man can't do
Butcher man, in the morning, won't you please stop by my house
Butcher man, in the morning, won't you please stop by my house
I've got enough butcherin' for you to do if you promise me you just only hush your mouth?
Butcher man, butcher man, I got a ham I cannot slice
Butcher man, butcher man, I got a ham I cannot slice
If you can't stop in the morning, please stop by tomorrow night
If anybody asks you, "Butcher man, where have you been?"
If anybody asks you, "Butcher man, where have you been?"
Show 'em that long-bladed knife, tell 'em you been butchering out in the slaughter pens
(spoken: Let's go, butcher man, for me)

Raggedy, "Snooky Ookums" was in Easter Parade, but Berlin actually wrote it in 1913, so it had been kicking around for a while before it was used in the movie.

I was just about to post "Let Me Call You Sweetheart", but I see boomerang mentioned it in the very first post on this thread -- I might have known!

Thanks Bree. I wasn't sure about Easter Parade.

I'm off to bed now, before I get hooked on this thread tonight. Fun thread, Boomerang.

from cole porter

Well Did You Evah

Have you heard, among this clan,
I am called "The forgotten man"?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard the story of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah!
What a swell party this is!
What frails, what frocks!
What furs, what rocks!
What gaiety!
It's all too exquis!
That French champagne!
So good for the brain!
That band, it's the end!
Kindly don't fall down, my friend,
Have you heard? Professor Munch
Ate his wife and divorced his lunch.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard? The countess Krupp
Crossed the bridge when the bridge was up.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

Refrain

Have you heard that Mimsie Starr
Just got pinched in the Astor bar?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard that Uncle Newt
Forgot to open his parachute?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
It's great, it's grand!
It's wonderland!
What soup, what fish!
That beef, what a dish!
That grouse, so rare!
That old camembert!
That baba au rhum!
Will you please move over, chum?
Have you heard the poor dear Blanche
Got run down by an avalanche?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard? It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

Tallahassee Lassie

Well she comes from Tallahassee
She's got a hi-fi chassis
Maybe looks a little sassy
But to me she's real classy
Yeah my Tallahassee Lassie down in F-L-A
Well she dances to the Drag, the Cha-cha, Rag and Mop
Stomping to the Shag, rocks the Bunny Hop ooh ooh ooh ooh
She dances to the Rock, she dances to the Stroll
She dances to the Walk, she can rock and roll
She's my Tallahassee lassie yeah my Tallahassee lassie
She's my Tallahassee lassie down in F-L-A

Toot, Toot, Tootsie goodbye,
Toot, Toot, Tootsie don't cry.
The choo-choo train that takes me away from you,
no words can tell how sad it makes me.
Kiss me, Tootsie, and then
I'll do it over again.
Watch for the mail,
I'll never fail,
if you don't get a letter
then you'll know I'm in jail.
Toot, Toot, Tootsie don't cry,
Toot, Toot, Tootsie goodbye!

Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy,
And here is your sister Kate,
And there's the girl you used to swing
Down by the garden gate.
Shake hands with all of the neighbors,
And kiss the colleens all.
You're as welcome as the flowers in May
To dear old Donegal.

Continuing the Irish theme (since "mavourneen" is an Irish endearment for a woman):

Kathleen, mavourneen, the grey dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill.
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking,
Kathleen, mavourneen, what! Slumbering still?

Oh, hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
Oh, hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years, and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen, mavourneen?

Kathleen, mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers,
The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light.
Ah! Where is the spell that once hung on thy numbers,
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night!

Mavourneen, mavourneen, my sad tears are falling,
To think that from Erin and thee I must part!
It may be for years, and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen, mavourneen?

Change of venue:

I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii.
I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I knew long ago.
I can hear old guitars a-playing on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying, ""Komomai no kaua ikahale welakahao."

Good one George!

Here's Dys's tune extended:


Well how can you say you will when you won't,
Say you do, baby, when you don't?
Let me know, honey, how you feel
Tell the truth how is love real.

But oh well honey don't, well honey don't,
Honey don't, honey don't, honey don't
I say you will when you won't, oh honey, don't.

Well I love you, baby, and you ought to know
I like the way you wear your clothes,
If it's in a batch you were so doggone sweet,
You got that sand all over your feet.

Well sometimes I love you on a Saturday night,
Sunday morning you don't look right.
You've been out painting the town,
uh baby, been stepping around.

Carl Perkins

She's a brick----house
She's mighty mighty just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick----house
The lady's stacked and that's a fact,
Ain't holding nothing back

She's a brick----house
She's the one, the only one,
Who's built like a black amazon
We're together everybody knows,
And here's how the story goes

She knows she got everything
a woman needs to get a man, yeah.
How can she lose, the things she use
36-24-36, what a winning hand!

She's a brick----house
She's mighty mighty just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick----house
The lady's stacked and that's a fact,
Ain't holding nothing back

She's a brick----house
She's the one, the only one,
Who's built like a black amazon
We're together everybody knows,
And here's how the story goes

The clothes she wears, her sexy ways,
Make an old man wish for younger days
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a man to his knees

She's a brick----house
She's mighty mighty just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick----house
The lady's stacked and that's a fact,
Ain't holding nothing back

She's a brick----house
She's the one, the only one,
Who's built like a black amazon
We're together everybody knows,
And here's how the story goes

Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it shake it
Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it shake it

Many a lassie as ev'ryone knows'll
Try to be married before twenty-five.
So she'll agree to most any proposal.
All he mus' be is a man, an' alive.
I hold a dream an' there's no compromisin'
I know there's one certain laddie for me.
One day he'll come walkin' o'er the horizon:
But should he not, then an old maid I'll be.
Foolish, ye may say.
Foolish I will stay.
Waitin' for my dearie, an' happy am I
to hold my heart till he comes strollin' by.
When he comes, my dearie, one look an' I'll know
That he's the dearie I've been wantin' so.
Though I'll live forty lives till the day he arrives,
I'll not ever, ever grieve.
For my hopes will be high that he'll come strollin' by;
For ye see, I believe
That there's a laddie weary, and wanderin' free,
Who's waitin' for his dearie:
Me!

(Lerner & Lowe, Brigadoon