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What about Donna Summer - Could it be magic?

Oh baby it's been so long
I've waited so long
and now that I have you
I want you to come
come come come into my arms
oh baby I need you I need you
come come come into my arms again

Spirits move me
every time I'm near you
whirling like a cyclone in my mind
oh sweet sweet, angel of my lifetime
answer to all answers I can find

Baby, I love you, come, come,
come into my arms
let me know the wonder of all of you
baby, I want you now, now,
now, and hold on fast
could this be the magic at last?

Spoken:
Oh hold on to me
don't let go
come into my life
don't let go
oh...

Baby, take me high upon a hillside
high up where the stallion meets the sun
I could love you, build my world around you
never leave you till my life is done

Baby, I love you, come, come,
come into my arms
let me know the wonder of all of you
and baby, I want you now, now,
oh now, oh now, and hold on fast
could this be the magic at last?
baby, I want you, come, come
could this be the magic at last?

Could it be magic?
come, c'mon, c'mon
come oh oh come into my arms
oh, let me know the wonder
of all of you, all of you
baby, I want you now, now,
oh now, oh now and hold on fast
oh could this be the magic at last?

Come, c'mon, c'mon,
come oh oh come into my arms
oh, let me know the wonder of all of you
baby, I want you now, now, oh now,
oh now and hold on fast
oh, could this be the magic at last?
could it be the magic?

How many times have you heard someone say
"If I had his money I'd do things my way"
But little they know that it's so hard to find
One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind

Once I was waiting in fortune and fame
Everything that I dreamed of to get a start in life's game
Suddenly it happened I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind

When my life is over and my time has run out
My friends and my loved ones I'll leave there's no doubt
But one thing is for certain when it comes my time
I'll leave here for certain with a satisfied mind

I got a satisfied mind

What a delight to discuss and play music here on our radio station.

Diane, I suppose that I will have to let Walter respond to your question.

Francis, that is one great song, but I'm having a bit of trouble recalling it. Wasn't Donna Summers in a TV show with someone named Beau? <smile>

dys, as usual, you touched a nerve with that song, but I'm not certain why?

And so do I, sweet Dys.

To go with Francis' theme of magic:


Witchy Woman Lyrics
The Eagles


Raven hair and ruby lips
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she's a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got
the moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight
crazy laughter in another
room and she drove herself to madness
with a silver spoon
woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye
Well I know you want a lover,
let me tell your brother, she's been sleeping
in the Devil's bed.
And there's some rumors going round
someone's underground
she can rock you in the nighttime
'til your skin turns red
woo hoo witchy woman
see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman
she got the moon in her eye

That song seriously reminds me of shewolf, Diane. Does it do the same for you?

Well, my goodness, everyone. What a great display of songs and reminders.

And where has our McTag disappeared to? I was hoping that he would tell us about his cruise.

Nevertheless, perhaps a little Winston will bring him back:

Blood, Sweat & Tears lyrics




Lucretia McEvil little girl what's your game?
Hard luck and trouble bound to be your claim to fame
Tail shakin' home breakin' truckin through town....
Each and every country mothers son hangin round
Drive a young man insane: Evil thats your name

(talk about it)

Lucretia McEvil bet you think youre doing fine
Back seat Delilah, got your six pack jug o wine, woman
I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks
Nothing that your daddy wouldnt do for kicks
Never done a thing worthwhile: Evil Woman Child

Devil got you Lucy under lock and key.
Aint about to set you free
Signed, sealed and witnessed on the day you were born
No use trying to fake him out
No use trying to make him out
Soon hell be taking out his doom
What you goin to do?

Ooh Lucy McEvil
Honey, where you been all night
Your hairs all messed up babe and the clothes youre wearing just dont
fit you right, no
Danny Joes paying your monthly rent
Tells his wife he cant imagine where the money went
Dressing you up in style: Evil Woman Child

Ooh, Lucy, you just so damn bad!

(instrumental bridge)

Aah, here she comes, truckin
Well Lucy, walkin down Main Street, lookin
Look so wild!
(talk about it)
Where you been girl?!
Stop lyin!
Stop lyin!
Stop lyin!
Listen!

Whaaah!
Tell the truth, girl!

(trumpet solo to end)

And Letty has done a bit of digging through the archives, all, and came up with this surprise via Donna Sommers and the TV show:


From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

John Ritter
John Ritter in the opening credits of Three's Company.John Ritter (September 17, 1948 - September 11, 2003) was an American actor.

Born Jonathan Southworth Ritter in Burbank, California, he was the son of country singer/actor Tex Ritter and former actress Dorothy Fay.

Ritter attended Hollywood High School, where he was Student Body President. He went on to the University of Southern California, where he was a member of the Phi Gamma Delta (FIJI) fraternity, majored in psychology and minored in architecture.

After two years in college, he was persuaded to join a drama class given by leading drama coach and actress, Nina Foch. Ritter soon changed his major to Theater Arts, graduating in 1971 with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in drama. Under Nina Foch, he studied acting with Stella Adler and the Harvey Lembeck Comedy Workshop.

Ritter went on to star in several stage performances before he was made a star by appearing in the hit TV series Three's Company in 1977, playing a single ladies man and culinary student, Jack Tripper, who lived with two female roommates. In 1978, he played Ringo Starr's manager on the television special Ringo.

After Three's Company, he appeared in a number of movies, notably Problem Child, Academy Award winning Sling Blade and Noises Off.

He starred in many made-for-TV movies and made guest appearances on TV shows such as Ally McBeal and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He also provided the voice for Clifford in the animated children's show Clifford the Big Red Dog, a role for which he received two Emmy nominations.

He also guest starred on the hit NBC show Scrubs as the father of Zach Braff's character J.D. He was to make another guest apperance but due to his death the producers changed the storyline to J.D.'s older brother Dan (played by Tom Cavanagh) visits J.D. to tell him that their father (John Ritter) passed away and help his brother cope with their father's passing. That episoide titled "My Cake" (Season 4, Ep 6) was dedicated to John Ritter, it's only ever aired twice in the US.

Ritter had two wives, actress Nancy Morgan (married 1977-divorced 1996) and actress Amy Yasbeck (married 1999-2003). Yasbeck had played his wife or love interest in the two Problem Child movies, (interestingly, as two distinct characters).

He and Morgan had three children, Carly Ritter, Tyler Ritter and Jason Ritter. He and Yasbeck had one daughter, Stella Ritter.

Ritter played Claude Pichon in The Dinner Party (2000) at the Music Box Theatre on Broadway, which was written by Neil Simon. It ran for three hundred and sixty-four perfomances.

John Ritter won the Theatre World Award in 2001 for his performance in The Dinner Party.

In 2002, he made a TV comeback with the ABC family sitcom 8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter.

Ritter's final movie role was as the store manager in Bad Santa (2003), starring Billy Bob Thornton and Bernie Mac.

He collapsed during a taping of his TV series, 8 Simple Rules, on September 11, 2003 and died later that day at the age of 54 at the nearby hospital in Burbank, California. The cause of death was listed as an aortic dissection, the result of a previously undiagnosed congenital heart defect. He was interred at Forest Lawn - Hollywood Hills Cemetery in Los Angeles.

John Ritter has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6631 Hollywood Boulevard in Hollywood.

Three's Company

Come and knock on our door.....
We've been waiting for you......
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his,
Three's company too.

Come and dance on on our floor......
Take a step that is new.....
We've a loveable space that needs your face,
Three's company too.

You'll see that life is a frolic and laughter is calling for you......
Down at our rendez-vous,
Three's company, too!!!!!!

My Gawd, dj. I would never in a hunderd years have remembered the theme to that show. Thanks, Canada. I think I may have been confusing John Ritter with Beau Bridges, as they were both sons of famous actors.

Here is an interesting item, listeners:






The rituals of summer are in full swing. Bodies are tanner, blonds are suspiciously blonder, and the smell of barbecue is in the air. As you head out to the beach, are you worried more about sharks than sunburn? Do you wait half an hour after eating before you hit the water? You may want to rethink some of your summertime.
Here are a few of the summertime myths "20/20" puts to rest in "Summertime: Myths, Lies and Straight Talk."


Swimming with the Sharks
In the past month, a 14-year-old girl was killed by a shark off the coast of Florida and a 16-year-old boy lost a leg in a shark attack near the same stretch of beach. Every summer, scary reports of shark attacks or shark-infested waters grab our attention.

These incidents get so much news coverage you'd think there were great whites, tiger sharks and bull sharks lurking near every beach, just waiting out here to grab unsuspecting surfers and swimmers. But just how dangerous are sharks, and how likely are we to be attacked at the beach?

"Your odds of being attacked are infinitesimally small. You have a better chance of going and buying a lottery ticket and winning than you do of encountering a shark -- far less dying," said George Burgess, a marine biologist and the director of the Florida program for shark research at the University of Florida. Burgess, who has more than 4,000 files on suspected and confirmed shark attacks dating back to the 16th century, added, "Put it in perspective. Worldwide, we have on average, about 75 attacks a year, resulting in less than 10 fatalities."

Let's see if everyone can access the rest of the information from this reference:

http://home.bellsouth.net/s/editorial.dll?bfromind=1474&eeid=4625938&_sitecat=258&dcatid=0&eetype=article&render=y&ck=&ch=su

That Donna Summers song was by Barry Manilow, wasn't it?

Remember that funny spoof song about Barry Manilow, by the same guy who recorded "The Streak"? I liked that....can't recall the singer's name at the moment.

My trip on the ship was quite something, dear Letty, and I'm only now beginning to recover! I have slept a lot, and not done much on the computer, sorry.

Nope! Sorry, folks. Ma Bell has become somewhat indifferent to our radio station!

Let's see if I can summarize the remainder of the story.

First, lightning kills more people than sharks.
Next, one may do just as well with regular gasoline as with high octane.
Last and by no means least.

Blondes do not necessarily have more fun.

Well, McTag. So glad you are rested up after your vacation to get a rest. Ain't that always the way it is? I guess Francis will have to tell you if Barry Manilow was the vocalist on that Sommer song.

but, folks, here's the answer to McTag's question (sorta)



The Streak
Hello everybody, this is your action news reporter
With all the news that is news across the nation
On the scene at the super market
There seems to have been some disturbance here
Pardon me sir, did you see what happened?
Yeh, I did...I was standing over there by the tomatoes
And here he come
Running thru the pole beans, thru the fruits and vegetables
Naked as a jay-bird
And I hollered over at Ethel...Isaid don't look Ethel
It was too late, she'd already been incensed...

Chorus

Here he comes, boogie-dy, boogie-dy
There he goes, boogie-dy, boogie-dy
And he ain't wearin' no clothes
Oh yes, they call him the streak
Fastest thing on two feet
He's just as proud as he can be
Of his anatomy
He's gonna give us a peek
Oh yes, they call him the streak
He likes to show off his physique
If there's an audience to be found
He'll be streakin' around
Invitin' public critique...


This is your action news reporter once again
And we're here at the gas station
Pardon me sir, did you see what happened?
Yeh, I did...I was just in here gettin' my tires checked
And he just appeared out of the traffic
Come streakin' around the grease rack there
Didn't have nothing on but a smile
I looked in there and Ethel was gettin' her a cold drink
I hollered...Don't look Ethel
It was too late...She'd already been mooned
Flashed her right there in front of the shock absorbers


Chorus

He ain't rude, boogie-dy, boogie-dy
He ain't lewd, boogie-dy, boogie-dy
He's just in the mood to run in the nude

Oh yes, they call him the streak
He likes to turn the other cheek
He's always making the news
Wearin' just his tennis shoes
Guess you could call him unique...


Once again, your action news reporter in the booth at the gym
Covering the disturbance at the basketball playoffs
Pardon me sir, did you see what happened?
Yeh, I did...half-time, I was just going down there
To get Ethel a snow cone
Here he come right our of the cheap seats
Dribblin'...right down the middle of the court
Didn't have on nothin' but his PF's
Made a hook shot and got out thru the concession stand
I hollered up at Ethel, I said don't look Ethel
It was too late...She'd already got a free shot
Grandstanded...Right there in front of the home team


Here he comes...look...who's that with him?
Ethel, is that you, Ethel?
What do you think you're doing?
You get your clothes on!


Ethel, where you going?
Ethel, you shameless hussy
Say it isn't so Ethel
Ethel..................

Ray Stevens.

The one I was thinking of, and it took me some time to find it, was the Barry Manilow spoof song by Ray Stevens:

My account is overdrawn
my car slid down the hill
I'm givin' up, i've got no more to give.
My beagle bit the vet
and my daughter's on the pill.
And my ficus plant has lost its will to live.
I owe mastercharge my life.
I've got adolescent skin.
my doctor says i can't use any salt.
My waist is getting thick
but my hair is getting thin
And my house is on the San Andreas fault....

I need your help, Barry Manilow.
I'm miserable and don't know what to do.
Sing me a song. sing it sad and low
No one knows how to suffer quite like you.

Recitation: "hello, mandy? it's me. i'm here at the copa. you know, the copacabana. i know i don't write the songs that make the whole world sing but i do know one thing, mandy. i can't smile without you. forget lola. remember that weekend in new england? i thought then that this could be the magic at last. now here i am...tryin' to get the feelin' again!"

I need your help, Barry Manilow
I'm all alone and sitting on a shelf
Sing me a song, sing it sad and low
I feel like feeling sorry for myself.
I need your help, Barry Manilow.
Your songs can really comfort the unlucky.
Sing me a song, sing it sad and low
I wish I didn't have to feel so yukky
I wish I didn't have to feel...so yukky!

(horn blows and the drums pound in a climatic power ballad finish in the tradition of the great barry manilow)

Aha! McTag. Great spoof, but I have never heard it. Thanks, Brit!

Never heard this one either listeners, but I intend to play it just to see if anyone else out there knows the man:

Do You Like Me Now?!
Lyrics for Album: How Do You Like Me Now
(Toby Keith/Chuck Cannon)

I was always the crazy one
I broke into the stadium
And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line
You were always the perfect one
And the valadictorian so
Under your number I wrote "call for a good time"

I only wanted to catch your attention
But you overlooked me somehow
Besides you had too many boyfriends to mention
And I played my guitar too loud.

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standin here today?
I couldnt make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?

When I took off to Tennessee
I heard that you made fun of me
Never imagined I'd make it this far
Then you married into money girl
Aint it a cruel and funny world?
He took your dreams and tore them apart.

He never comes home
And youre always alone
And your kids hear you cryin down the hall
Alarm clock starts ringin
Who could that be singin
Its me baby, with your wake up call!

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standin here today?
I couldnt make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?

Tell me baby...
I will preach on...

Well, folks. It seems as though Letty must answer her own question. Greyfriars Bobby was indeed a Yorkshire terrier; little dust mops they are.

Just an old fashioned song folks:

You Belong To My Heart


You belong to my heart
Now and forever
And our love had its start
Not long ago

We were gathering stars while a million guitars played our love song
When I said "I love you", every beat of my heart said it, too

'twas a moment like this
Do you remember?
And your eyes threw a kiss
When they met mine





Now we own all the stars and a million guitars are still playing
Darling, you are the song and you'll always belong to my heart



'twas a moment like this
Do you remember?
And your eyes threw a kiss
When they met mine

Now we own all the stars and a million guitars are still playing
Darling, you are the song and you'll always belong to my heart.

Three Dog Night
Old Fashioned Love Song

Just an old fashioned love song
Playing on the radio
And wrapped around the music
is the sound of someone promising they'll never go.
You'll swear you've heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on.
No need in bringing em back
Cause they've never really gone.
Just an old fashioned love song
One I'm sure they wrote for you and me,
Just an old fashioned love song
Coming down in three part harmony.
To weave our dreams upon and
Listen to each evening when the lights are low.
To underscore our love affair
With tenderness and feeling
That we've come to know.
You'll swear you've heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on.
No need in bringing em back
Cause they've never really gone.
Just an old fashioned love song
Coming down in three part harmony.
Just an old fashioned love song
One I'm sure they wrote for you and me.

Well Letty, I was going to post about Bobby, but other matters got in the way.

According to the commonly accepted story, Bobby was a Skye Terrier dog belonging to a Jock Gray, a farmer from the Pentland Hills, who regularly dined at an inn in Grassmarket, not far from Greyfriar's Churchyard.

When Jock Gray, died in 1858, the dog refused to leave his master's grave. He turned up regularly for 14 years at the inn at Grassmarket which had been frequented by his master and was fed there by locals who were taken by the dog's devotion. The story may have been embellished by John Traill, the owner of the restaurant.

Other versions suggest that the dog belonged to a local policeman and that while the dog was frequently found in the churchyard, it was also looked after by residents in the houses in nearby Candlemaker's Row.

Greyfriar's Bobby died on 14 January 1872.

Ah, Bob. You know my love for Three Dog Night. And in response.

Beatles - A Hard Day's Night Lyrics
(Lennon/McCartney)


It's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright.

You know I work all day
To get you money to buy you things
And it's worth it just to hear you say
You're going to give me ev'rything
So why on earth should I moan
'Cause when I get you alone
You know I feel ok

When I'm home ev'rything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeh

It's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright.

Owww!

So why on earth should I moan
'cause when I get you alone
You know I feel ok

When I'm home ev'rything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeh

It's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright.

You know I feel alright
You know I feel alright

Ah, Raggedy. Thank you honey! I simply don't know my dogs. All them dust mops look alike, I guess. :wink:

I just happened to remember a song we used to sing as kids just to make ourselves cry.

When I was a lad and old shep was a pup.

Nope! not going into to that one, listeners, 'cause I don't want the sun to find me crying. <smile>

When it comes to doggies, I love 'em all:

Well I had an old dog and his name was Blue
Yes, I had an old dog and his name was Blue
Well I had an old dog and his name was Blue
Bet ya five dollars he's a good dog too

Old Blue chased a possum up a holler (hollow) limb
Blue chased a possum up a holler limb
Blue chased a possum up a holler limb
The possum growled, Blue whined at him

Bye bye Blue
You good dog you
Bye bye Blue
You good dog you

When old Blue died he died so hard
He shook the ground in my back yard
We lowered him down with a golden chain
And every link we called his name

Bye bye Blue You good dog you
Bye bye Blue
You good dog you

My old Blue he was a good old hound
You'd hear him hollering miles around
When I get to Heaven first thing I'll do
I'll grab my horn and call for Blue

Bye bye Blue
You good dog you
Bye bye Blue
You good dog you

Traditional -

When I hear either Joan Baez or Burl Ives sing that one, I shed a bucketful.