(Moriarty) Oh, oh! Let me out -- my only crime is eating
(Secombe) Don't worry -- I'll give the screws a song
The warden won't mind
(Bloodnok) No -- he's doing bird as well. Maestro!
(Moriarty) Take your partners for the ball and chain one step
One, two, three
(Bloodnok) May I have this dance warden, you can hold my ball
(Secombe) In a little prison where I'm locked in there is a most
peculiar fellow
His name is Eccles and he's is in cell nine
But his voice is soft and mellow
He keeps a fruit cart in his cell, and all the convicts knows it
He doesn't sing or rave about his fruit
-- he simply blows it
(Bloodnok) He's doing it all night long
(Secombe) It's better than any song
No, it isn't very pretty, but you've got to admit its cute
(Bloodnok) Never, never
(Secombe) So all together let it go -- eat more fruit!
(Bloodnok) Don't tell me he's come to stay
(Secombe) Let the wardens here him say
Fruit's in season! Let's be merry! Apples, plums and the old raspberry
Everything is fresh today
(Bloodnok) Don't let him get near me, please!
(Secombe) Every Friday night when work is done
He doesn't waste a minute
To the prison warden he hurries 'round where he sings just like a linnet
To hear him blow a melody it's great, you can't deny it
And if you've nothing else to do,
we'd like the screws to try it
(Bloodnok) No more, please!
(Secombe) Get ready and do it now
(Eccles) It's easy when you know how
(Bloodnok) God knows it isn't very pretty
(Secombe) You've got to admit it's cute
(Bloodnok) Well....
(Secombe) All together let it go -- eat more fruit
(Bloodnok) There isn't a cure they say!
(Secombe) Let the screws all hear him say:
(Eccles) Don't eat farm laid for a <wow!>
(Secombe) Every thing is fresh today
(Bluebottle) Hello everybody, remember me, Bluebottle?
I'm fourteen now and I have got boils
<sings> Though I don't look very pretty, I'm wearing my
new brown suit.
The only trouble with it is when I go outside I'm struck
my fruit.
(Bloodnok) Don't point him at him I say
(Secombe) It's a treat to hear him play
Fruit's in season, plums and berries
Apples, pears and the old raspberry
(All) Every thing is fresh to day
(Bloodnok) Someone open a window, please!
Great, however, Texas. Those trumpets really were in tune and just right volume wise. Thanks again. Yes, the sound adds a lot.Join The British Army
From: Songs of Ireland
words and music traditional
When I was young I had a twist of punching babies with me fist
And I thought I would enlist and join the british army.
Too ra loo ra loo ra loo, they're looking for monkeys up in the zoo
If I had a face like you, I would join the British army.
When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you'd see;
The Prince of Wales, he said to me, "Come and join the British army."
Sarah Camdon baked a cake; it was all for poor old Slattery's sake.
I threw meself into the lake, pretending I was balmy.
Corporal Duff's got such a drought, just give him a couple of jars of stout;
He'll kill the enemy with his mouth and save the British Army.
Too ra loo ra loo ra loo, Me curse is on the Labour crew;
They took your darling boy from you to join the British army.
Captain Heeley went away and his wife got in the family way,
And all the words that she would say was "Blame the British Army."
Too ra loo ra loo ra loo, I've made me mind up what to do
I'll work my ticket home to you and leave the British army.
Thanks, Canada for the smile.
Swing Brother Swing
Billie Holiday, Frank Sinatra
Deep rhythm captivates me
Hot rhythms stimulate me
Can't help but swing it boy
Swing it brothers swing
Don't stop to diddle daddle
Stop this foolish prattle
Come on swing me boy
Swing it brothers swing
Raring to go and there aint nobody
Gonna hold me down
Say listen boy
Hurry up and send me
Let me go to town
Stop this diddle daddle
And this foolish prattle
Come on kill me boy
Swing it brothers swing
Deep rhythms captivate me
Hot rhythms stimulate me
Can't help but swing it boy
Swing it brothers swing
Don't stop to diddle daddle
Stop this foolish prattle
Come on send me Count
Swing it brothers swing
Rarin' to go and there aint nobody
Gonna hold me down
Say listen boy
Hurry up and send me
Let me go to town
Stop this diddle daddle
And this foolish prattle
Come on swing me Count
Swing it brothers swing
La gayola
Tango (02'30")
Music: Rafael Tuegols
Lyric: Armando Tagini
Guitars by Barbieri and Ricardo
Singer: Carlos Gardel8/20/1927 Buenos Aires
Odeon 18219 1215
Lyric:
¡No te asustes ni me huyas!... No he venido pa' vengarme
si mañana, justamente, yo me voy pa' no volver...
He venido a despedirme y el gustazo quiero darme
de mirarte frente a frente y en tus ojos contemplarme,
silenciosa, largamente, como me miraba ayer...
He venido pa'que juntos recordemos el pasado
como dos buenos amigos que hace rato no se ven;
a acordarme de aquel tiempo en que yo era un hombre honrado
y el cariño de mi madre era un poncho que había echado
sobre mi alma noble y buena contra el frío del desdén.
Una noche fue la muerte quien vistió mi alma de duelo
a mi tierna madrecita la llamó a su lado Dios...
Y en mis sueños parecía que la pobre, desde el cielo,
me decía que eras buena, que confiara siempre en vos.
Pero me jugaste sucio y, sediento de venganza...
mi cuchillo en un mal rato envainé en un corazón...
y, más tarde, ya sereno, muerta mi única esperanza,
unas lágrimas amargas las sequé en un bodegón.
Me encerraron muchos años en la sórdida gayola
y una tarde me libraron... pa' mi bien...o pa' mi mal...
Fui sin rumbo por las calles y rodé como una bola;
Por la gracia de un mendrugo, ¡cuantas veces hice cola!
las auroras me encontraron largo a largo en un umbral.
Hoy ya no me queda nada; ni un refugio...¡Estoy tan pobre!
Solamente vine a verte pa' dejarte mi perdón...
Te lo juro; estoy contento que la dicha a vos te sobre...
Voy a trabajar muy lejos...a juntar algunos cobres
pa' que no me falten flores cuando esté dentro 'el cajón.
