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A snatch of today's song, and I mean that in the old-fashioned way, folks

...And suddenly it seems so nice
The folks are throwin' shoes and rice
You're headed for a spot, that's just a dot
On the map...

Now it's time for these messages


Take my hand
I'm a stranger in Burger King
All lost in a french fries bin
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed
That's a danger in Burger King
For mortals who stand beside
An waitress like you


See the Pizza Huts along the Nile
Watch the eyes glint on a crocodile
Just remember, waitress all the while
You belong to me.

See the Pizza Huts in old Algiers
Send me pepperoni and margherita
But just remember when the nachos appear
You belong to me.

Proud To Be An American
The Tubes

I'm proud
to be an American
I'm proud
of the groovy things we've done
There's television, free religion, Rock 'n' roll, Standard Oil,
Times Square, Jimmy Darren, Corey Wells, and Smokey Bear,
price reduction, reconstruction, Peace Corps, and lots more
Culture that we got to lend

I'm proud
to be an American
And I'm proud
Had a great time bein' one
There's your school and my school and both of us in high school,
surfboards, cigarettes, homework, Southern Comfort
Boy's dean was real mean,
Made us keep our locker's clean
Failed nearly every class
Ditchin' was a gas

I'm proud
to be a young American
I'm proud, just think about it
All the far out things that we've begun
There's revolution, constitution, land, sea, and air pollution,
cold wars, hot wars, gas wars, and confrontutions,
constipation, consternation, open hearted palpatations
Muscular Dystrophy

I'm proud to be an American
Because we got department stores
full of cheap guitars
But when Sputnik plays 'em, you just go go go go

I'm proud to be an American--we got two chickens in every garage
And I wish every other kid could be one--in my country,
the medium is the massage
'Cause it's impossible to give
Equality and justice to inferior foreigners
too jealous to trust us

Gimme your weak and your homeless
How 'bout checkin' the oil ah, fella?


Slipped My Disco
The Tubes

Well the joint was jumpin'
Maybe I got too high
And the beat was familiar
My feet were too sly

I tried to hustle
I tried to bump
I was always steppin'
When it was time to jump

My baby said quit
I told her I wouldn't
If she asked me today
I'd say I couldn't

Slipped my disco--he slipped his disco
Slipped my disco when I was dancing with you, baby

I begin to wonder
is it worth the pain
Get so twisted
that you wind up lame
Maybe it's my technique
or is it my shoes
Just another white boy
with the disco blues

Sometimes my body does
things that my brain don't understand
I'm not the man I was
but my feet still think I am

And the doctor's busy
He's checking me out
He says I'm crazy
to jump and shout

I said, one more number Doc,
just one more tune
Let me out of this emergency room--and I

Slipped my disco--he slipped his disco
Slipped my disco when I was dancing with you, baby

I begin to wonder
is it worth the pain
Get so twisted
that you wind up lame
Maybe it's my technique
or is it my shoes
Just another white boy
with the disco blues


White Punks On Dope
The Tubes

Teenage had a race for the night time
Spent my cash on every high I could find
Wasted time in every school in L.A.
Getting loose, I didn't care what the kids say

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad moved to Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope

Other dudes are living in the ghetto
But born in Pacific Heights don't seem much betto

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
I can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope

I go crazy 'cause my folks are so ******* rich
Have to score when I get that rich white punk itch
Sounds real classy, living in a chateau
So lonely, all the other kids will never know

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope


Strung Out On Strings
The Tubes

No one made me do these things I've done
I did it 'cause it seemed like fun
So don't waste your time with talk of other things
I'll only talk about my thing I have for strings

I got a 6-string Stella on Christmas day
And my mama bought it used so my dad could play
Well I picked it up and played a little Party Doll
I forgot about girls, I gave up baseball

But I never dreamed how far
I'd go with that guitar
Gave this fat boy wings
Strung out on strings

More than any Buddy Holly, Buddy Knox I idolized
In a 6-string rock dream rockabilly lullaby
I'll be playing with the Wailers soon
When I get myself a new guitar
Gonna earn that money
Workin' in a go-go bar

But I never dreamed how far
I'd go with that guitar
Gave this fat boy wings
Strung out on strings
Strung out

Well I made a few records before I made this one
And I made a little money
You know I hope it's only just begun
If I ever have a kid and he's a boy
Gonna tell him one thing
I'll say, "Buy yourself a marimba!
Don't let me catch you pickin' strings"

I never dreamed how far
I'd go with that guitar
Gave this fat boy wings
Strung out on strings
Just strung out

You'll never know
How far you'll go

Ah, the tender trap, McTag. That one we got.

dj, "Proud Mary keeps on burning," no? Thanks, Canada.

And, John, Great parodies. Kismet and Belonging to someone.

Hey, folks. Keep 'em coming. Our listeners are tuned in.

Something tells me were're into something good.

starting today, another one of my "follows a theme" posts

i've done the days of the week, the months, and now the alphabet

and what beter way to start than a band that epitomises the alphabet

Poison Arrow
ABC

If I were to say to you
"Can you keep a secret?"
Would you know just what to do
Or where to keep it?
Then I say"I love you"
And foul the situation
"Hey girl I thought we were
The right combination"
Who broke my heart?
You did, you did
Bow to the target
Blame Cupid, Cupid
You think you're smart
Stupid, Stupid

Shoot that poison arrow to my heart
Shoot that poison arrow

No rhythm in cymbals
No tempo in drums
Love on arrival
She comes when she comes
Right on the target
But wide of the mark
What I thought was fire
Was only the spark
The sweetest melody
Is an unheard refrain
So lower your sights, yeah but raise your aim, raise your aim

Who broke my heart?
You did, you did
Bow to the target
Blame Cupid, Cupid
You think you're smart
Stupid, Stupid
I thought you loved me but it seems you don't care
I care enough to know I can never love you

Who broke my heart?
You did, You did
Bow to the target
Blame Cupid
You think you're smart
That's stupid
Right from the start
When you knew we would part


Skater Boy
Avril Lavigne

He was a boy, she was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk, she did ballet
What more can I say?
He wanted her, she'd never tell
Secretly she wanted him as well
But all of her friends, stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his baggy clothes...

He was a sk8er boy
She said "See'ya later boy"
He wasn't good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to earth

Five years from now, she sits at home
Feeding the baby, she's all alone
She turns on T.V., guess who she sees
Sk8er boy rocking up MTV
She calls up her friends, they already know
And they've all got tickets to see his show
So she tags along, stands in the crowd
Looks up at the man that she turned down


He was a sk8ter boy
She said "See'ya later boy"
He wasn't good enough for her
Now he's a superstar
Slammin' on his guitar
Does your pretty face see what he's worth?

Sorry girl, but you missed out
Well tough luck that boy's mine now
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends
Too bad that you couldn't see
See the man that boy could be
There is more than meets the eye
I see the soul that is inside

He's just a boy and I'm just a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious
We are in love, haven't you heard
How we rock each others world!!!!

I'm with the skater boy
I said "See'ya later boy
I'll be backstage after the show
I'll be at the studio
Singing the song we wrote
About a girl you used to know."

I'm with the skater boy
I said "See ya' later boy
I'll be backstage after the show
I'll be at the studio
Singing the song we wrote
About a girl you used to knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww."


Lonely People
America

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky

This is for all the single people
Thinking that love has left them dry
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
You never know until you try

Well, I'm on my way
Yes, I'm back to stay
Well, I'm on my way back home (Hit it)

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And never take you down or never give you up
You never know until you try


stay tuned for "B" tomorrow

dj, I love that idea, Canada. So can we chime in here with an "A"?

It would be nice if we all follow suit without reneging listeners. "Poison Arrow" was a good song.

Well, I am certain, folks, that our man in Canada would not mind our chime. <smile>

Anywhere I Wander




Anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam
Till I'm in the arms of my darling again
My heart will find no home
Anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam
Her arms were warm as they welcomed me
Her eyes were a fire bright
And then I knew that my path must be
Through the ever haunted night
Anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam
Till I'm in the arms of my darling again
My heart will find no home
Anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam
Her voice was oh such a soft caress
Of love it gently told
And in her smile was the tenderness
I may never more behold
Anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam
Till I'm in the arms of my darling again
My heart will find no home
Anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam

feel free to contribute

As I'm in the dire straits, let's say:

So far away

Here I am again in this mean old town
And you're so far away from me
And where are you when the sun goes down
You're so far away from me
So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me
I'm tired of being in love and being all alone
When you're so far away from me
I'm tired of making out on the telephone
And you're so far away from me
So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me
I get so tired when I have to explain
When you're so far away from me
See you been in the sun and I've been in the rain
And you're so far away from me
So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me

Ah, dj. I knew you wouldn't mind, Canada.

Francis, it's wonderful to see you back in our studio. The song is lovely, Paris. Keeps our straits from being so dire. <smile>

And, to follow through, listeners:

The Straits Of Gibraltar lyrics

Artist - Steve Towson
Album - The Straits Of Gibraltar
Lyrics - The Straits Of Gibraltar

im waiting to receive a confirmation
so i can live with you
but something is wrong
something is broken
my message it aint getting through
so i pull these lips up to the receiver
but theres no connection there
and all of the while
the cycle continues
to spiral to despair

oh but the straits of gibraltar
keeps on calling me to cross
the straits of gibraltar
my hopes lies beyond those rocks

life and death fear and security
all depend upon that sea
as the sands of chance keep on rising
filling up the best of me
ice white moons keep on moving
casting shadows down in the path
of the range of waves that i keep on climbing
how long can this treatment last
how long can the treatment last
how long can i last

the straits of gibraltar
keeps on calling me to cross
the straits of gibraltar
my hopes lies beyond those rocks

More news from the world of birds:


Japanese Stork Gets Prosthetic Beak Fri Nov 18, 8:39 AM ET



TOKYO - An oriental white stork whose beak snapped off last year after getting stuck in metal wiring got a replacement Friday, a news report said.





Taisa had lost weight since he broke his beak last November because he found it difficult to catch live fish, and no longer got along with his female breeding mate due to stress, Kyodo News agency quoted keepers at Akita's Omoriyama Zoo as saying.

Dentist Toshiaki Chiba attached a plastic resin prosthetic to the end of Taisa's broken beak using a dental adhesive, according to the report.

The birds are a specially protected species in Japan

and coming in to riff off of dental adhesive is our old friend Weird Al

Well, there's our illustrious lady from Toronto. Great parody, ehBeth.

Of course Al is weird, listeners. Who else would fool around with talking teeth.

How about talking Heads. (and boy do they ever)

Talking Heads › Once in a Lifetime




And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
Wife
And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...

Water dissolving...and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? ...am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
My god!...what have I done?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...same as it ever was

here is hoping that the "12 pains of christmas"
(by "weird al " yankowich) will start you early on the "joys of christmas".

the first snow of the season fell along lake ontario today; it's staying on the ground for now.
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THE 12 PAINS OF CHRISTMAS

The first thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
is finding a Christmas tree.

The second thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
rigging up the lights, and finding a Christmas tree.

The third thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
hangovers, rigging up the lights, and finding a Christmas tree.

The fourth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
sending Christmas cards, hangovers, rigging up the lights, and finding a Christmas tree.

The fifth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
five months of bills! Sending Christmas cards, hangovers, rigging up the lights, and finding a Christmas tree.

The sixth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
facing my in-laws, Five months of bills! Oh I hate those Christmas cards, hangovers, Rigging up these lights, and finding a Christmas tree.

The seventh thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
salvation army, facing my in-laws, Five months of bills! Sending Christmas cards, oh jeez, i'm tryin' to rig up these lights, and finding a Christmas tree.

The eighth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
i want a transformer for Christmas, charities and whaddaya mean YOUR in-laws, Five months of bills! oh making out these cards, uh just get me a beer huh?,what we have NO extension cords?, and finding a Christmas tree.

The ninth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
finding parking spaces, daddy I want some candy, donations, facing my in-laws, Five months of bills! Writing out those Christmas cards, hang all this, Now why the hell are they blinking?, and finding a Christmas tree.

The tenth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
batteries not included, no parking spaces, buy me something, get a job you bum, facing my in-laws, Five months of bills! ho-ho Christmas cards, oh jeez look at this, one light goes out they all go out, and finding a Christmas tree.

The eleventh thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Stale TV specials, batteries not included, no parking spaces, (childish mumbling), charities, She's a witch I hate her, Five months of bills! I don't even know half these people, oh who's got the cherry picker?, someone get a flashlight I blew a fuse!, and finding a Christmas tree.

The twelfth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
singing Christmas carols, stale TV specials, batteries not included, no parking?, (child crying), charities, gotta make 'em dinner, Five months of bills! I'm not sending 'em this year that's it!, shut up you, Fine you're so smart you rig up the lights!, and finding a Christmas tree.

hamburger do you know that girl in red? Great parody, and thanks, buddy.

Love the parodies on Christmas, listeners, and it all starts right after Halloween.

In between there's Thanksgiving:

There's a great big turkey on grandpa's farm,
And he thinks he's mighty gay.
He spreads his tail into a great big fan,
And he struts around all day.

You should hear him gobble at the girls and boys,
Cause he thinks he's singing when he makes that noise.

He'll be singing a different sort of tune,
This Thanksgiving day.

Poor dead turkey.

i guess it's never too early for a christmas parody, i posted it last year and i'll probably post it again before christmas

The Twelve Gifts of Christmas
Allan sherman

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A Japanese transistor radio.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's a Nakashuma.)

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it,
So you can listen right through the case.)

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you
Can stick in your ear, and a thing on the other end
That you can't stick anywhere, because it's bent.)

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An indoor plastic birdbath,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange,
On the twelfth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange:
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
An indoor plastic birdbath,
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

Merry Christmas everybody!

Ah, Canada. I love that. I would like to savor each line, but I'm very tired tonight, listerners.

So I leave you for the evening with a song by Nat:


For All We Know


For all we know we may never meet again
Before you go make this moment sweet again
We won't say good night until the last minute
I'll hold out my hand and my heart will be in it

For all we know this may only be a dream
We come and go like a ripple on a stream
So love me tonight; tomorrow was made for some
Tomorrow may never come for all we know

<instrumental interlude>

So love me tonight; tomorrow was made for some
Tomorrow may never come for all we know

From Letty with love.

it's a bit after closing, but since i started with Frank Zappa this morning, i wanted to close with FZ.

America Drinks & Goes Home

I tried to find
How my heart
Could be so blind, dear
How could I be fooled
Just like the rest
You came on strong
With your fast car
And your class ring
Soft voice and your sad eyes
I fell for the whole thing
I don't regret
Having met
Up with a girl who
Breaks hearts like they were
Nothing at all
I've done it too
Now I know
Just what it feels like
And just like I said
There's no regrets

... Well, it's about time to close... I hope you've had as much fun as we have. Don't forget the jam session Sunday... MANDY TENSION will be by, playing his xylophone troupe. It's really been a lot of fun. Monday night is the dance contest night: THE TWIST CONTEST... we're gonna give away peanut butter & jelly & baloney samwiches for all of ya. IT REALLY HAS BEEN FUN. I hope we've played your requests... the songs you like to hear... LAST CALL FOR ALCOHOL! Drink it up, folks. Wonnerful. Nice to see you, Bob... how's it goin'? How's the kids? Wonnerful. Nice to see ya. Yes. BILL BAILEY? Oh... we'll get to that tomorrow night. Yeah. CARAVAN (with a drum solo)? Right. Yeah... we'll do that. Wonnerful. Nice to see you again. Yeah.

LA LA LA LA LAH-H-H-H!
DOWN AT THE POMPADOUR A-GO-GO
LA LA LA LA LAH-H-H-H!
VO DO DEE OH PEE PEE
SHOOBE DOOT-N-DAH-DAH-DAH
YA DA DA-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H!
NA NYA DA DA DA DA DAH-H-H-H-H-H!
Nite all.

[fade out to screaming & glasses smashing]

Hey you Canadians....did I tell you my wife's (lady) cousin has been voted Family Physician Of The Year in Southern Ontario?

Her mum just sent a magazine article for us to read all about it.

We are very proud of her.