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Post by peterj on Jan 19, 2008 19:48:25 GMT 12
Mr. Custer by Verne Larry
(That famous day in history the men of the 7th Cavalry went riding on) (And from the rear a voice was heard) (A brave you man with a trembling word rang loud and clear) What am I doin' here??
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go Hey, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go I had a dream last night about the comin' fight Somebody yelled "attack!" And there I stood with a arrow in my back.
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (forward Ho!!)--aaww
SPOKEN: Look at them bushes out there They're moving and there's a injun behind every one Hey, Mr. Custer-you mind if I be excused the rest of the afternoon? HEY CHARLIE, DUCK YER HEAD!! Hmm, you're a little bit late on that one, Charlie Hooh, I bet that smarts!
(They were sure of victory, the men of the 7th Cavalry, as they rode on)
(But then from the rear a voice was heard) (That same brave voice with the trembling word rang loud and clear) What am I doin' here??
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go Listen, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go There's a redskin a'waitin' out there, just fixin to take my hair A coward I've been called cuz I don't wanna wind up dead or bald
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (forward HO)--aaww
SPOKEN: I wonder what the injun word for friend is Let's see-friend-- kemo sabe, that's it KEMO SABE!, HEY OUT THERE-KEMO SABE! Nope, that itn't it Look at them durned injuns They're runnin' around like a bunch of wild Indians-heh, heh, heh Nah, this ain't no time for jokin'
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Post by Mamalicious on Jan 19, 2008 20:33:16 GMT 12
~runs off covering my ears...trying to thing of NAMES of songs I've never heard before~
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Post by Roderick on Jan 19, 2008 21:09:33 GMT 12
Mr Custer...that song is brilliantly funny Peter...at the end...the guy carrying on...mr custer..,mr custer....MrCuster....MR CUSTER...so....funny
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Post by peterj on Jan 19, 2008 21:29:52 GMT 12
The Ghoul Song Lyrics © 1999 by Terence Chua (to the tune of "The Jet Song" by Leonard Bernstein & Stephen Sondheim - from "West Side Story")
When you're a ghoul you're a ghoul all the way From the dawn of the dead till the end of the day When you're a ghoul you will dance you will sing You'll have excellent taste (Thigh's too fat - try a wing)
Your dinner is served - the body's ripe for pickin' It's human hors d'oeurve - they say it tastes like chicken It's finger-lickin'!
When you're a ghoul you'll be fleet on your feet And each guy passing by's just a big hunk of meat Every body - on that - ever - bloody - street!
When you're a ghoul there's a whole lot to gain You're the creme de la creme - you're the top of the chain When you're a ghoul all the world is your plate And you always will have a confirmed dinner date
The funeral's done - it's time to end the stake out We'll carry the box - the norms won't see the fake out It's like Chinese take out!
Once you're a ghoul then your future is sealed Every grown up's for food - and the children are veal Every kiddy's - gonna - be a - Happy - Meal!
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Post by peterj on Jan 20, 2008 19:51:34 GMT 12
"Please Mr Custer" was played on Jim Sutton's music programme on ZB on Saturday night.
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Post by Roderick on Jan 20, 2008 21:18:01 GMT 12
""...there's an injin waiting out there...waitng to cut my hair.."" ..."" i don't want to wind up dead or bald ""
mr cuthter...mr cuthter.....""...he said mr Custer with a lisp......cuth..ter
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Post by peterj on Jan 21, 2008 16:54:09 GMT 12
You know the tune, but here are the words;
Garryowen
Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed But join with me, each jovial blade Come, drink and sing and lend your aid To help me with the chorus:
Chorus Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale And pay the reckoning on the nail; No man for debt shall go to jail From Garryowen in glory.
We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun, We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run We are the boys no man dares dun If he regards a whole skin.
Chorus
Our hearts so stout have got no fame For soon 'tis known from whence we came Where'er we go they fear the name Of Garryowen in glory.
Chorus
Notes:
Garry Owen was the unofficial marching song of the Seventh Cavalry. Gen. Custer reportedly heard the song among his Irish troop and liked it. The tune was then played so often the 7th became tied to it.
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Post by rose on Jan 21, 2008 17:53:34 GMT 12
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Post by Roadhog on Jan 21, 2008 18:18:08 GMT 12
Havnt heard this one in yonks... till Radio Hauraki played it today...
The Newcastle Song, by Bob Hudon
Don't you ever let a chance go by O Lord Don't you ever let a chance go by
'Cause up in Newcastle They have very strange mating habits All the young women of Newcastle Walk down the main street, Which is called Hunter Street (for reasons which will become obvious later on in the song) And all the young men of Newcastle Drive down Hunter Street In their hot FJ Holdens With chrome-plated grease nipples and double reverse twin cam door handles Sitting eight abreast in the front seat And they would lean out the window And say real cool things to the sheilas on the footpath
Like uhhh.... 'G'day' And every now and then of course One of the young ladies thinks to herself uuum, uuuuuum
Don't you ever let a chance go by O Lord Don't you ever let a chance go by Don't you ever let a chance go by O Lord Don't you ever let a chance go by
Anyway there was this mob of blokes driving down Hunter Street In the front seat of their hot FJ With chrome-plated grease nipples and twin overhead foxtails And the cooolest of them all Who got to sit near the window Was young Normie
They pulled up outside the Parthenon milkbar And standing outside the Parthenon Was this beautiful looking sheila 'Oooohh'....'Oooooohh'.... said young Normie Who'd come top of his class in English 'Ooooohh'... he said So he leaned out the window and he said real suave like he said... 'Uh, G'day'
This nine foot tall Hells Angel Came out of the Parthenon milkbar He looked at Norm and said 'Oh what are ya!' Norm said 'What are you?' The bloke on the footpath said 'Do you wanna go do ya mate, eh' Norm said 'yeah, do you wanna go, mate' The bloke on the footpath said, 'Yeah, I'll have a go' Norm said, 'Do you know who ya pickin'' The bloke on the footpath said, 'Nooo, who am I pickin'' Norm said, 'You find out!'
And all of a sudden there was a break in the traffic As any young Newcastle lad knows, When you are getting monstered by a nine foot tall Hells Angel And there's a break in the traffic....
Don't you ever let a chance go by O Lord Don't you ever let a chance go by Don't you ever let a chance go by O Lord Don't you ever let a chance go by
Don't you ever let a chance go by O Lord Don't you ever let a chance go by Don't you ever let a chance go by O Lord Don't you ever let a chance go by
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Post by Roadhog on Jan 22, 2008 19:45:28 GMT 12
I'm an ordinary joker, growin' old before me time, 'Cause me heart's in Taumarunui on the Main Trunk Line. in Taumarunui, Taumarunui. Taumarunui on the Main Trunk Line! You can get to Taumarunui going North or going South, And you pull in there at midnight and there's cinders in your mouth, You've got cinders in your whiskers and a cinder in your eye, So you pop off to Refreshments for a cuppa tea and pie, in Taumarunui... There's this sheila in Refreshments and she's pouring cups'a tea, And me heart jumps like a rabbit when she pours a cup for me. She's got hair'f flamin' yeller, and lips'f flamin' red, And I'll love that flamin' shiela till I'm up and gone and dead, from Taumarunui... Now you can get a job in Wellington or get a job up North, But you can't in Taumarunui though you try for all you're worth. If I want to see this shiela I've got to take a train, Get ten minutes for refresments then they cart me off again, from Taumarunui... Well they took me on as Fireman on the Limited Express, Add I thought that she'd be Jake but now she's all a flamin' mess. That shiela wouldn't take t' me: I thought she'd be a gift, But she's gone and changed her duty hours and works the daylight shift, in Taumarunui... Yeah I'm an ordinary joker, growin' old before me time, 'Cause me heart's in Ta'm'runui on the Main Trunk Line. In Ta'm'r'nui, Ta'm'r'nui, Ta'm'r'nui on the Main Trunk Line, In Ta'm'r'nui, Ta'm'r'nui, Tamra-bloody-nui on the Main Trunk Line!
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Post by yogismum on Jan 22, 2008 20:25:06 GMT 12
lts all good! great memories too
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Post by peterj on Jan 23, 2008 23:12:25 GMT 12
I meet a chap whose GrandDad got asked to leave that town in the 1880's- his drinking was starting to worry them.
Sounds like they were scared of the competition or being left with dry glasses.
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Post by peterj on Jan 25, 2008 21:44:39 GMT 12
TAKING MY OYSTER FOR WALKIES
(Only available on "The Goodies Beastly Record", released circa 1977/78. Lyrics: sung by Graeme
I often go out walking on a Sunday
I like to take a stroll down by the sea
'Coz there's a little shellfish store, down by the harbour wharf
There I'll stop and say "hello", and think of how a year ago
I bought myself a quite delicious oyster
I thought I'd save it for a special day
But gradually I found, it was nice to have around
So now on Sundays, if it's dry, the people stop and stare as I …
Am taking my oyster for walkies
She's really incredibly sweet
We walk very slow, because as you know
An oyster has very few feet … if any!
I'm taking my oyster for walkies
And my oyster is taking to me
I admit I've had affairs with other molluscs
Well mussels have a certain sex appeal
And I well recall the twinkle, when I first saw a winkle
And surely nothing can conceal, the candour of a jellied eel
Well alright, I caused a scandal with a scallop
But I'm really not so shellfish anymore
'Coz a loveable crustacean, has expended my frustration
You can stuff your cockles 'coz instead, I'm happy in my oyster bed
I'm taking my oyster for walkies (Walkies)
How I wish I could marry the girl (Ohhh, ohhh)
If only she could see, we'd, be as happy as could be, we'd
Have an excellent chance of a pearl … let's try!
I'm taking my oyster for walkies (Walkies)
And my oyster is taking to me
I'm taking my oyster for walkies (Walkies)
She's the daintiest dish ever made
With barnacles on it, in her oyster bonnet
She's the Queen of the oyster parade … she's lovely!
I'm taking my oyster for walkies (Walkies)
And my oyster is taking to me
Oh I've been locked up with a limpet, and I thought it was swell
Had relations with a lobster, that was all very well
But you should see my oyster when she comes out of her shell
Oh I'm taking my oyster for walkies (Walkies)
And my oyster is taking … my oyster is taking … my oyster is taking to me!
Give us a kiss … [slurp] … Oh dear!
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Post by peterj on Jan 25, 2008 22:09:44 GMT 12
I AM A CARNIVORE
On their '70's album "The Goodies Beastly Record". Lyrics: sung by Tim and Graeme
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small
The cuddly and the furry ones, I love to eat them all (ohh, ohh, ohh)
I am a carnivore, and I'm proud to say
I eat meat for breakfast, tea and dinner every day
I am a carnivore, I cannot deny it
Moo cows, pigs and baa lambs are my staple diet
It is not perverted, it is not a crime
I know lots of people who do it all the time (I should say so!)
I am a carnivore, and I'm glad to say
There's many other carnivores gathered here today
Fellow carnivores, we meat again. (1) It touches my heart to be in a nice joint like this. (3) It really is a lovely plaice (4) and I'm so glad we can fillet. (5) If I only re-veal it (6), I know many of us live a fowl life. (7) We get in some terrible stews (8 1/2), but there's a lot at steak (9), so let's not duck our responsibilities. (10) Let's have no more beefing (11) because the next one's for the chop (12). And now let us join together in a little song entitled Sir Loin, It's Been Good To Gnaw You! (14 - it's a record! HURRAY!)
We are carnivores, we want the world to know
Better hide your life, or "chomp chomp chomp" we go
Carnivorous together, I've been one all my life
I really must invite you to come home and eat my wife (Sounds tasty!)
We are carnivores, and we're proud to say
We eat meat for breakfast, tea and dinner every day
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Post by ancient1 on Feb 3, 2008 17:19:45 GMT 12
My Shoes Keep Walking Back To You Ray Price I dont think it is all there VERSE 1: I must (F)say that I don't care Hold my (C)head up in the air Even tell my friends I'm (Cm7)glad that you don't (F)call But when the day is through My (C)heart aches start a new And that's when I (Cm7)miss you most of (F)all CHORUS: And my (F)arms, keep reaching (C)for you My eyes, keep searching (F)for you My lips, keep calling (B)for you And my (C)shoes keep walking back to (F)you VERSE 2: No matter (F)how much I pretend I wish I (C)had you back again Cause nothing else means (Cm7)half as much as (F)you Our world just seem to die The (C)day you said good-bye And I can't for get know (Cm7)matter what I (F)do REPEAT CHORUS: TAGG: And my (C)shoes keep walking back to (F)you
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