From Captain January with Buddy Ebsen:
Next Friday night you're all invited
To dance from 8 to 5
All the fishes still alive
Are having a ball
Its some affair, they'll all be there
From the Herring to the Whale
They'll turn out to shake a scale
In Neptune's Hall
Come along and follow me
To the bottom of the sea
We'll join in the Jamboree
At the Codfish ball
Lobsters dancing in a row
Shuffle off to Buffalo
Jelly fish sway to and fro
At the Codfish ball
Finn-an-haddie leads the eel
Through an Irish reel
The Catfish is a dancing man
But he can't can-can like a sardine can
Tunas trucking left and right
Minnies mooching, what a night
There won't be a hook in site
At the Codfish ball
(Can't get the tune out of my head.
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Well, look at curly top, staff. Our Raggedy has her firmly tacked on our bulletin board. What a sweetie.
My word, PA. I ain't familiar with song, but, folks, as one thing leads to another:
The Blues Brothers:
Minnie the moocher
Hey folks
here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher
She was a low-down Hoochie Koocher
She was the roughest toughest frail
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale
Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi
(Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi)
Hodey odey odey oh
(Hodey odey odey oh)
Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee
(Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee)
Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho
(Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho)
She messed around
with a bloke named smokey
She loved him though he was cokey
He took her down to Chinatown
And showed her how to kick
the gong around
Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi
(Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi)
Whooooooooaaaap!
(Whooooooooaaaap!)
Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee
(Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee)
Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho
(Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho)
She had a dream
about the King of Sweden
He gave her things
that she was needin'
He gave her a home
built of gold and steel
A diamond car
with the platinum wheels
Hidey Hidey Hidey Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi
(Hidey Hidey Hidey Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi)
Hodey odey odey Hodey odey odey oh
(Hodey odey odey Hodey odey odey oh)
.....
(.....)
.....
(.....)
He gave her is townhouse
and his racin' horses
Each meal she ate
was a dozen courses
Had a million dollars
worth of nickels and dimes
She sat around
and counted them all a million times
Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi
(Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi)
Hodey odey odey oh
(Hodey odey odey oh)
Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee
(Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee)
Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho
(Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho)
Poor Min'
Poor Min'
Poor Min'....
Thanks to our Raggedy, I know the etymology of Hoochie Koocher.
Put me down as an old softy for Shirley Temple. I bought some of her movies last year and enjoyed them again.
Consider yourself added to the Shirley Temple fan club, edgar. <smile>
I would like to tell our listeners that a newbie on our vast forum has done me the courtesy of translating one of my favorite songs into Romanian.
A big thanks to our Pinky:
si cand mi se pare ca aud ca ma strigi asa finuti
dar defapt nu aud sunet chiar deloc,aud doar soapte
si cand ochii tai staralucitori zambesc la mine
zilele mele sunt urata cand esti departe
inima mea e pentru tine,deci nu ramai?
scumpetea mea,starge-ma tare si apoi soptestem
And when I hear you call so softly to me,
I don't hear a call at all, I hear a rhapsody.
And when your sparkling eyes are smiling at me,
Then soft through the starlit skies, I hear a rhapsody
My days are so blue when you're away,
My heart longs for you, so won't you stay?
My darling, hold me tight and whisper to me
Then soft through the starry night I hear a rhapsody
Wonderful!
Animal Crackers In My Soup
(Curly Top 1935)
Once Mother said "My litle pet"
you ought to learn your alphabet
So in my soup I used to get
All the letters of the alphabet
I learned them all from A to Z
And now my Mothers giving me
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Animal crackers in my soup
Monkeys and rabbits loop the loop
Gosh oh gee but I have fun
Swallowing animals one by one
In every bowl of soup I see
Lions and Tigers watching me
I make 'em jump right through a hoop
Those animal crackers in my soup
When I get hold of the big bad wolf
I just push him under to drown
Then I bite him in a million bits
And I gobble him right down
When their inside me where its dark
I walk around like Noahs Arc
I stuff my tummy like a goop
With animal crackers in my soup
Animal crackers in my soup
Do funny things to me
They make me think my neighbourhood
Is a big menagerie
For instance there's our Janitor
His name is Mr Klein
And when he Hollers at us kids
He reminds me of a Lion
The Grocer is so big and fat
He has a big moustache
He looks just like a Walrus
Just before he takes a splash
Aha. Another Shirley Temple fan, folks.
Let's not forget Mr. BoJangles:
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Bob Dylan
Mr. Bojangles
Bob Dylan
I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes
Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe
He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, will he likely touch down ?
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was down and out
He looked to me to be the eye of age as he spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life, laughing slapped his leg stale
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and he clicked
up his heels
He let go laugh, he let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, yeah, dance.
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughtout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him but just travelled all about
Hid dog up and died, he up and died, and after 20 years he still grieves
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
He said I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars,Ocause I drink so bitO
He shook his head, yes he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, OpleaseO,
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, dance, Mr Bojangles, dance.
Time to conduct a test, listeners. This is only a test; should it have been an emergency, instructions would have followed:
TEST.
The Birds and the Bees
Poem by Benny Hill
I'd reached the age of fourteen and I hadn't started courting,
And my mum was getting worried about me.
She said, "Dad, it's time you told him all about the birds and bees,"
He said, "The birds and bees," and sat me on his knee.
He said, "Now, remember Uncle Joe and that picnic a while ago,
How he went off into the woods with Auntie Pat?
And how I chased O'Reily's daughter and what happened when I caught her?"
I said, "Yeah," he said, "Well birds and bees does that."
Dad works very hard indeed, well he got ten kids to feed,
Well ten and seven ninths to be precise.
And we all wear hand-me-downs, and as I am the youngest,
And the others are all girls, it ain't very nice.
Dad said, "It's time that you got wed," I said, "I'd rather drop down dead,"
He said, "Now how about old Maude from Ikely down?"
I said, "Maude? Not bloody like, she's been out by half the chaps in Ikely,"
He said, "Well Ikely's really quite a little town."
He said, "You've got to get a wife, you can't go on enjoying life,
Or folks with think you're strange and start to frown."
I said to him, "Look, why should I buy a book?
When there's a thriving, lending library in the town."
One day I found a friend, he was up by Badgers End,
A little pigeon fell down by my feet.
His feathers was flecked with red and at first I thought he was dead,
Then I knelt and I felt his little heart still beat.
I cupped him in my hands and I ran home to my mam,
And she said, "Son, I'm as proud of you as I can be.
You're thoughtful and you're kind, and you've got a gentle mind,
And that will do a treat for your old father's tea.
I said, "You shall not touch my bird," and without another word,
I took him in my room and I shut the door,
And then I bathed and I warmed him and I nursed him back to health,
'Cause you see, I'd never really had a friend before.
I taught him little tricks, like playing dead and picking up sticks,
And the village girls, they brought bird seed every day. Oo!
"Dad, you can't come in," I'd shout, "Or my birdie will fly out,"
But of course I let the village girls all stay.
Well there was Mable from the stable, and Mary from the dairy,
We had a visit by our beauty queen.
And that great big Betty Mavery, and she's got her own avery,
She's got the biggest parakeets I've ever seen.
Dad said, "You ought to let him go," and Mum, she said, "Oh no,
You just want to get some shooting practice in."
But the vicar said, "My son, it really isn't done,
And to lock up a wild thing, that's a sin."
One morning when it was all still, I took him up to Badgers Hill,
I lost the only little friend I had that day.
Not a word I said, I just kissed his little head,
And I opened my hands and I watched him fly away.
He circled up and 'round, and then he settled on the ground,
And off he went straight up to the sky.
And then I looked and I could see he was flying back to me,
And then he swooped and he pooped right in my eye.
I thought, "That's bloody rude!" and, "Cor, there's gratitude!"
And, "I hope they never cross a pigeon with a cow!"
And Dad said, "Here, there's I see a caper, I'll go get a bit of paper,
I said, "Don't be daft, he's miles away by now!"
Dad said, "I know you lost a friend, but it's really not the end,
You'll be married and have a family of your own quite soon."
Well I never said a word, but you see, that little bird
Has lured eighteen little ravers up to my room!
So if anyone's got a spare cockatoo or an old crow they don't want,
I'd be very much obliged, because you know, I could put them to good use.
My word, hawkman. I had to go on a search to remember Benny Hill. He was funny, and nothing was sacrosanct. Great example of his wit in that poem, and I found this one:
Roses are reddish
Violets are bluish
If it weren't for Christmas
We'd all be Jewish.
Silence
My father used to say,
"Superior people never make long visits,
have to be shown Longfellow's grave
or the glass flowers at Harvard.
Self-reliant like the cat -
that takes its prey to privacy,
the mouse's limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth-
they sometimes enjoy solitude,
and can be robbed of speech
by speech which has delighted them.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;
not in silence, but restraint."
Nor was he insincere in saying, "Make my house your inn."
Inns are not residences.
Marianne Moore
goodnight.
From Letty with love
Green, Green - New Christy Minstrels
[Written by Barry McGuire and Randy Sparks]
Green, green, it's green they say
On the far side of the hill
Green, green, I'm going away
To where the grass is greener still
Oh, well, I told my Mama
On the day I was born
Don't you cry when you see I'm gone
You know there ain't no woman
Gonna settle me down
I just gotta be traveling on
A-singing...
Green, green, it's green they say
On the far side of the hill
Green, green, I'm going away
To where the grass is greener still
Nah, there ain't nobody in this whole wide world
Gonna tell me how to spend my time
I'm just a good lovin' rambling man
Say, buddy, can you spare me a dime
Hear me crying, it's a...
Green, green, it's green they say
On the far side of the hill
Green, green, I'm going away
To where the grass is greener still
Yeah, I don't care when the sun goes down
Where I lay my weary head
Green, green valley or rocky road
It's there I'm gonna make my bed
Easy, now...
Green, green, it's green they say
On the far side of the hill
Green, green, I'm going away
To where the grass is greener still
Everybody, I wanna hear it now...
Green, green, it's green they say
On the far side of the hill
Green, green, I'm going away
To where the grass is greener still
To where the grass is greener still
To where the grass is greener still
To where the grass is greener still
one more from mr hill
When I Was a Lad
Benny Hill
Now when I was a lad life wasn't so bad,
We had that big house on the hill.
Me dad wore a suit and we even had fruit
On the sideboard when no one was ill.
Ah, but poor Jenny Hogg, she lived on the bog,
So wet that her sheep kept on sinking,
Her old man used to tell her to run 'round with the umbrella
And stop all their wool from shrinking.
Chorus
Oh, let's drink a toast to the gamekeeper's daughter,
One look at her and my knees turned to water.
Now that she's gone I miss her like mad,
She taught me so much when I was a lad.
Now old Teddy Sparks says she can quote Marx,
But he don't mean Karl he means Harpo.
Her dad is a fool and her mum was so cruel
She was twice drummed out the Gestapo.
Oh, she failed miserably at geography
Or at spelling or doing a sum
"Tell me where," said Miss Hoarder, "is the Indian border?"
She said, "On the sofa with mum."
[chorus]
Oh, she once gave an actor a ride in her dung cart
They passed three trucks and a tractor,
Each time she was asked what she'd got she'd reply,
"A cartload of dung and a actor."
Oh, the ninth time it happened the actor's face reddened
He said, "Miss I bear you no ill will,
But the next time anyone asks what you've got,
Do you mind if I top the bill?"
[chorus]
In a meadow one night she said, "You treat me right
And I'll drive you out of your mind."
We lay in the clover and when it was over
She said, "Now it's your turn to be kind."
Well I'd only a tanner and so with a stammer
I gave it to her there and then,
She looked at me strange and said, "I haven't got change.
You'll have to do it again."
[chorus]
and one more
Prunella
Benny Hill
Poor old Prunella was built like a fella,
She went 'round to see Dr. Kerr,
He said, "Now then, make haste," but when she stripped to the waist,
He could hardly stop calling her 'sir.'
"Don't worry your head, I'm a surgeon," he said,
"I'll graft you two on just like that."
But he went and got plastered, the silly old fool,
And he grafted them onto her back.
Now poor old Prunella, she can't get a fella,
To walk or to talk or romance with.
'Cause no one wants to chat with a girl who looks like that,
But by golly, she's great fun to dance with.
The Last Thing On My Mind - Tom Paxton
It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You've got reasons a-plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you
Every song in my breast lies a bornin'
Without you, without you
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
That was the last thing on my mind
damn that's a great song
i'm pretty sure i've heard johnny cash sing it, i'd love to find a copy of the recording
I'm sure it's on the net for sale by more than one artist.
Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. Ah, me. It's Monday and I have hateful stuff to do.
edgar, my word, I had forgotten the Christie Minstrels and their green grass. Thanks, Texas.
dj, honestly, Benny Hill was one funny guy. Love that song.
Not familiar with Tom Paxton, guys, but the lyrics are lovely.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank our CEO for refining our forum and restoring the functions.
Smooth running here and uodates are once more a soft reminder that our station is still on the air.
if you don't get it at home you're going to go looking
if you don't get it at home you're going to go looking
if you don't get it at home
the need for love won't leave you alone
if you don't get it at home you're going to go looking
children they don't need a lot of stuff
children sure do need a lot of love
they need love to give them pride
to make them feel real good inside
if they don't get it at home they're going to go looking
'cause...
lovers got to feel it real and strong
one kiss can mean more than making it all night long
with no kiss and no embrace
you get to feeling out of place
if you don't get it at home you'll go looking
'cause...
it ain't down at the bottom of a jug
and it ain't in the broke-down palace of drugs
it's right there in our hearts
that's where we gotta start
if we don't get it at home we'll go looking
as the branch is bent so shall it grow
that might be true but even so
a strong wind of real love
will straighten us right back up
and we might find a place our heart is welcome
Vincent de Paul
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Saint Vincent de Paul
Born 1581
Died 1660
Canonized 1737
Saint Vincent de Paul (April 24, 1576 - September 27, 1660) was born at Pouy, Landes, Gascony, France to a peasant family. His feast was formerly kept on July 19, but is now observed on September 27 - the day of his death.
He devoted his life to help the poor. He built large houses for the poor.
He studied humanities at Dax with the Cordeliers and he graduated in theology at Toulouse. Vincent de Paul was ordained in 1600, remaining in Toulouse until he went to Marseille for an inheritance. On his way back from Marseille, he was taken captive by Turkish pirates to Tunis, and sold into slavery. After converting his owner to Christianity, Vincent de Paul was freed in 1607.
Vincent returned to France and served as priest in a parish near Paris. He was once discouraged by the number of babies brought to Notre Dame that he established a home for these foundlings.
He founded many charitable organizations such as Congregation of the Daughters of Charity, with Louise de Marillac, and the Congregation of Priests of the Mission (Lazarists).
In 1705 the Superior-General of the Lazarists requested that the process of his canonization might be instituted. On August 13, 1729, Vincent was declared Blessed by Benedict XIII, and canonized by Clement XII on June 16, 1737. In 1885 Leo XIII gave him as patron to the Sisters of Charity. He is also patron to the Brothers of Charity.
DePaul University in Chicago, Illinois, USA takes its name from Vincent de Paul.
By the encouragement of his father, Vincent de Paul was ordained into the Catholic priesthood on September 23, 1600 around the age of twenty. Supposedly he was captured by Turkish pirates on a return to Marseilles in 1605 and escaped in 1607 with his master, whom he had converted. He ventured to Paris for the first time in 1608, which would become his permanent home for the next fifty-one years. Vincent de Paul adopted Father (later Cardinal) Pierre de Berulle and Father Andre Duval (a professor at Sorbonne) as his spiritual mentors. These two men were "spearheading" the spiritual and ecclesiastical reform in Paris. Already Vincent had an advantage in the spiritual direction of France through his position as a disciple of these two men. Duval introduced Vincent to the Rule of Perfection, a work written by the English Capuchin Benet of Canfield. From this work Vincent came to a fuller understanding of doing the will of God and the importance of waiting for God to lead. This became a major piece in his theological orientation. In addition to Duval and Berulle, Vincent knew an incredibly extensive amount of people of significant status in both the political and ecclesiastical realms. He was involved in almost all the great events of his time, political as well as religious. Clichy, the town of six hundred where Vincent became pastor, was a town comprised mostly of peasant Catholics. At Clichy "Vincent de Paul was a model pastor. He taught the children catechism, succored the needy, consoled the sick, reconciled those who were at variance, and in short, made himself all things to all men to gain all to Christ. He established in his parish the Rosary Confraternity, which was widely spread. He also established a school for clerics. Twelve young persons were instructed in the sacred sciences and in the practice of virtue. In his early years as a priest Vincent's heart became touched by the poor. Later in 1613 Vincent was called by M. de Berulle to become tutor and chaplain to the Gondi family and their children. It was during this time that Vincent would find his true vocation. On the Gondi estates there was a sad state of spiritual neglect among the peasant people who he cared for physically as well as spiritually. During this time Vincent underwent a state of doubt and darkness for three or four years. It was life transforming for him.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vincent_de_Paul
