Honey O Baby of mine....

My dad's song:

Where did you get them high top shoes,
Where did you get them clothes so fine.
Got my shoes from a railroad man,
And my dress from a driver in the mines.

Don't let the deal go down honey babe
Don't let the deal go down.
Don't let the deal go down, Lord, lord,
Til your last gold dollar is gone.

You know, the landlord rang my front door bell.
I let it ring for a long, long spell.
I went to the window,
I peeped through the blind,
And asked him to tell me what's on his mind.
He said,

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey, if you want to get along with me.

Well, I screamed and I hollered,
I was so hard-pressed.
I called the woman that I loved the best.
I finally got my baby about half past three,
She said I'd like to know what you want with me.


Well, I said tell me baby, what's wrong with you?
From this day on our romance is through
I said, tell me baby, face to face
How could another man take my place?
She said,

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get a long with me.

Well, I've learned my lesson and now I know
The sun may shine and the winds may blow.
The women may come and the women may go,
But before I say I love you so,
I want

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.

In old Savannah, I said, Sa-van-nah,
the weather there is nice and warm;
the climate's of the southern brand,
but here's what I don't understand;
They've got a gal there, a pretty gal there,
who's colder than an artic storm;Got a heart just like a stone,
Even icemen leave her alone

They call her Hard-Hearted Hannah, The Vamp Of Savannah.
The meanest gal in town;
Leather is tough, but Hannah's heart is tougher;
She's a gal who loves to see men suffer!
To tease 'em and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em,
is her delight, they say.
I saw her at the seashore with a great big pan,
There was Hannah pourin' water on a drowning man,
She's Hard-Hearted Hannnah, The Vamp Of Savannah, G.A

They call her Hard Hearted Hannah, The Vamp Of Savannah.
The meanest gal in town;
Talk of your cold, refrigerating Mamas,
Brother she's the Polar bear's pajamas!
To tease'em and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em,
An evening spent with Hannah sitting on your knees
is like trav'ling thru Alaska in your B.V.Ds.
She's Hard-Hearted Hannnah, The Vamp Of Savannah, G.A

You ought to see her, you ought to see her,
out-side, she's just as soft as silk;
But socially she's hard as nails,
she's just a gal who hates the males!
And when she's nasty,oh, when she's nasty,
she's 'bout as sweet as sour milk;
nothin' she likes better than feedin' poisoned food to a man.

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma,
Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine,
Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.

What a wonderful array of songs. I would love for some or all of you to apply for DJ positions at our newly instituted WA2K Radio, now on the air in the general forum.

Panz could be a great Elvis impersonator, and the author of the thread could keep track of the latest in new cd releases. We're also looking for a counterpart to Dr. Ruth.

WILSON PHILLIPS LYRICS

"Doctor My Eyes"

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand

I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long

'Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I've been waiting to awaken from these dreams
People go just where they will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it's later than it seems

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it's too late for me

Is it too late
Is it too late for me
Tell me doctor
Doctor, my eyes
Cannot see the sky
Is this the price for having learned how not to cry.

Dear heart, wish you were here
to warm this night
My dear heart, it seems like a year
since you've been out of my sight.
A single room, a table for one,
It's a lonesome town, all right.
But soon I'll kiss you hello
at our front door,
And dear heart, I want you to know
I'll leave your arms never more

Bree just stole my song. And it was all ready for posting. (lol)

On the summer shore, where the breakers roar
Lovers sat on the glist'ng sand
and they talked of love, while the moon above
and the stars seemed to understand.
Then she grew more cold, and he grew more bold,
Till she thought that they had better go
But altho' he heard, he not even stirred,
only murmured in tones soft and low

Cuddle up a little closer, lovey mine,
Cuddle up and be my little clinging vine.
Like to feel your cheek so rosy,
Like to make you comfy cozy
"Cause I love from head to toesy, Lovey mine.

I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis,
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.

It's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

I laid a divorcee in New York City,
I had to put up some kind of a fight.
The lady then she covered me with roses,
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.

It's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

Drop down mama let your daddy see
You got something down there that keeps on worryin' me
But my mama don't allow me to fool around
"Son you're too young now some woman might put you down"
Go away from my window stop scratchin' 'round my screen
So evil woman and I know what you mean
And my mama don't allow me to fool around
She's sayin' "Son you're too young now some woman might put you down" Oh ...

these big city women, they sure do make me tired
they got a mouthful of gimmie
they got both hands full of much obliged

I got three women livin' on the same damn road
One does my, my cookin' my washin' one pays my room and my board
And my mama don't allow me to fool around
"Son you're too young now some woman might put you down"

I say drop down mama let your daddy see
You got something down there that keeps worryin' me
And my mama don't allow me, allow me to fool, allow me to fool around
She's sayin' "Son you're too young now some woman "
"Oh, son you're too young some woman"
"Son you're too young some woman might put you down"

Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Where are all those adoring daring boys?
Where's the knight pining so for me
he leaps to death in woe for me?
Oh where are a maiden's simple joys?

Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should?
Shall I never be rescued in the wood?
Shall two knights never tilt for me
and let their blood be spilt for me?
Oh where are the simple joys of maidenhood?

Shall I not be on a pedestal,
Worshipped and competed for?
Not be carried off, or better st'll,
Cause a little war?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?

Are those sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good?
Shall a feud not begin for me?
Shall kith not kill their kin for me?
Oh where are the trivial joys?
Harmless, convivial joys?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?

There's a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes.
There's a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes.
Girl with no eyes,
who can she be?
Girl with no eyes,
she's looking at me.

There's a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes.
If I make a sound she'll know that I'm stirring inside.
If I make a sound she'll know that I'm trying to hide.

Girl with no eyes,
who can she be?
Girl with no eyes,
she's looking at me.
Beautiful girl,
who does she see?
Beautiful girl,
she seems to be staring.

Doesn't eveybody know, everybody know,
love takes a lifetime.
And doesn't everbody know, everbody know,
love is the eye sight,
it's the eye sight of a lifetime.

She's just a reflection of all of the time that's gone by.
She's just a reflection of all of the time I've been high.

Girl with no eyes,
who can she be?
Girl with no eyes,
she's looking at me.
Beautiful girl,
who does she see?
Beautiful girl,
she seems to be staring.

Doesn't eveybody know, everybody know,
love takes a lifetime.
And doesn't everbody know, everbody know,
love is the eye sight,
it's the eye sight of a lifetime

Oh gosh, I'm behind.

Hi Cav, panzade, Cinnesthesia and anyone else I might have missed!

This really is a nice collection of songs.

the first thing that went through my mind upon reading this was the alan sherman parody

Shake Hands With Your Uncle Max
(Parody of "Shake Hands With Your Uncle Mike")

I sell a line of plastics
And I travel on the road
And I have a case of samples
Which believe me is a load

Every night a strange cafe
A strange hotel and then
Early in the morning
I am on the road again

When the season's over
And my lonesome journey ends
That's the only time I see
My family and my friends

I drive up Ocean Parkway
And before I stop the car
My ma leans out the window
And she hollers, "Here we are!"

Shake hands with your Uncle Max, my boy
And here is your sister Shirl
And here is your cousin Isabel
That's Irving's oldest girl
And you remember the Tishman twins
Gerald and Jerome
We all came out to greet you
And to wish you welcome home

Meet..
Merowitz, Berowitz, Handelman, Schandelman
Sperber and Gerber and Steiner and Stone
Boskowitz, Lubowitz, Aaronson, Baronson,
Kleinman and Feinman and Freidman and Cohen

Smallowitz, Wallowitz, Tidelbaum, Mandelbaum
Levin, Levinsky, Levine and Levi
Brumburger, Schlumburger, Minkus and Pinkus
And Stein with an "e-i" and Styne with a "y"

Shake hands with your Uncle Sol mein boy
And here is your brother Sid
And here is your cousin Yetta
Who expects another kid

Whenever you're on the road my boy
Wherever you may roam
We'll all be here when you come back
To wish you welcome home

I know this one has 'girl' in it, but I love it anyway:

Short Skirt/Long Jacket
Cake

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes

I want a girl with the right allocations
Who's fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry
She's putting up her hair
She's touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng jacket......

I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass

She is fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She's touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng.... lonnng jacket

I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
And at the city bank we will meet accidentally
We'll start to talk when she borrows my pen

She wants a car with a cupholder arm rest
She wants a car that will get her there
She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen
She's trading her MG for a white Chrysler Lebaron

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnggggggggg jacket

The Stuttering Lovers

A wee bit over the lee me lads
A wee bit over the green
The birds went into the poor man's corn,
I fear they'll never be s-s-s-s-seen
I fear they'll never be seen.

Then out came a bonny wee lass
And she was one so fair,
And she went into the poor man's corn
To see if the birds were th-th-th-th-there my lads
to see if the birds were there.

Then out came a bonny wee lad
And he was a fisherman's son
And he went into the poor man's corn
To see where the birds had r-r-r-r-run, me lads
To see where the birds had run.

Well, he kissed her on the cheek me lad,
And kissed her on the chin
"Uh, don't be kissing me, my wee lad,
I fear it is a s-s-s-s-sin me lad,
I fear it is sin."

He kissed her once and he kissed her twice
He kissed her ten times o'er.
"It's nice to be kissing a bonny wee lass
who's never been kissed bef-f-f-f-fore, me lads,
who's never been kissed before."

Then up came the poor old man,
and he was tattered and torn,
"If that's the way of the mindin' me birds,
I'll do it meself in the m-m-m-m-morn," me lads
I'll do it meself in the morn!"

Burning Times
Christy Moore

In the cold of the evening, they used to gather.
Neath the stars in the meadow, circled near the old oak tree.

At the times appointed.. by the seasons..
of the earth, and the phases of the moon.

In the center, often stood a woman,
equal with the others, respected for her worth.

One of the many.. we call the witches,
the healers, the teachers, of the wisdom of the earth.

And the people grew in the knowledge she gave them,
herbs to heal their bodies, smells to make their spirits whole.

Hear them chanting healing incantations,
calling for the wise ones, celebrating in dance and song...

(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna... repeat x2)

There were those that came to power, through domination.
They were bonded in their worship of a dead man on a cross.

They sought control of the common people,
by demanding allegiance to the church of Rome.

And the Pope, he commenced the inquisition,
As a war against the women, whose powers they feared.

In this holocaust, in this age of evil,
Nine million European women, they died.

And the tale is told, of those who by the hundreds,
holding hands together, chose their deaths in the sea.

While chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess,
a refusal of betrayal, women were dying to be free.

(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna... repeat x2)

Now the earth is a witch, and we still burn her.
Stripping her down with mining, and the poison of our wars.

Still to us, the earth is a healer, a teacher, and a mother.
A weaver of a web of light, that keeps us all alive.

She gives us the vision to see through the chaos.
She gives us the courage, it is our will to survive.

BIG FAT BLONDE

by Bob Walkenhorst


I want a big fat blonde to hold my hand
To keep this skinny boy from blowing away in the wind
I want a big fat blonde
Ooo-wee!
A big fat blonde
Mama mama mama, keep your skinny girls at home
'Cause this skinny boy wants a big fat blonde

Me and my big fat blonde, we like to fight and scratch
I know I'll be the loser of a wrestling match
With a big fat blonde
Ooo-wee!
A big fat blonde
Mama mama mama, keep your skinny girls at home
'Cause this skinny boy wants a big fat blonde

Well, I'm talking six-foot Swede, 40-30-40
Amazon bombshell, tall, damp, and dirty
Talking six-foot blonde
Hubba-hubba!
Me and J.D. Salinger are sitting on your porch
I want a date with your sister, I'm doing it for
A big fat blonde

Inside everybody there's a big fat blonde
If you don't believe me, take a look around!
Big fat blondes
Everywhere!
Big fat blonde
Mama mama mama, keep your skinny girls at home
'Cause this skinny boy wants a big fat blonde

Wow!

Lots of good songs, lots of interesting lyrics. Thank you, all.

I've been trying to find the lyrics for "Bounce Your Boobies" by Rusty Warren but can't seem to locate them. Its a hilarious song that I'm sure would fit this bill.

BABY FACE
Art Mooney

Rosy cheeks and turned up nose and curly hair
I'm raving bout my baby now
Pretty little dimples here and dimples there,
Don't want to live without her
I love her goodness knows
I wrote a song about her and here's the way it goes

Baby Face, you've got the cutest little baby face
There's not another one could take your place
Baby face
My poor heart is jumpin you sure have started somethin
Baby face, I'm up in heaven when I'm in your fond embrace
I didn't need a shove cause I just fell in love
With your pretty baby face

When you were a baby not so long ago
You must have been the cutest thing
I can picture you at ev'ry baby show
Just winnin ev'ry ribbon with your sweet baby way
Say, honest I ain't fibbin, you'd win em all today
Baby Face, you've got the cutest little baby face
There's not another one could take your place
Baby face
My poor heart is jumpin you sure have started somethin
Baby face, I'm up in heaven when I'm in your fond embrace
I didn't need a shove cause I just fell in love
With your pretty baby face

Hi colorbook! That's a great one.

Isn't it interesting that old songs seem to be more about women in general than a specific woman?

Here's one I don't think we've mentioned yet:

There is nothin' like a dame,
Nothin' in the world,
There is nothin' you can name
That is anythin' like a dame!
--From "South Pacific"