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A song for Lenore and ?
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Les    Posted 09-25-2004 at 19:02:47       [Reply]  [No Email]
I had a cousin die this past week. He was only a year older than I. Got me to thinking of a song dad used to sing when I was a kid. Not a bad way to go through life.


fruitthief    Posted 08-10-2009 at 23:17:13       [Reply]  [Send Email]
I know this thread is years old....
My dad died six years ago today. He always used to sing The Thing by Phil Harris, it was one of my favorite memories of him. I was trying to find the lyrics and came upon this link. Thanks, everyone. And now I know this song is not forgotten.


ron,ar    Posted 09-25-2004 at 19:25:07       [Reply]  [No Email]
sorry to hear about your cousin. Here is another old song.

ROLY POLY

by Fred Rose


Roly Poly, eatin' corn and taters
Hungry every minute of the day
Roly Poly, gnawin' on a biscuit
Long as he can chew it it's ok
He can eat an apple pie
And never even bat an eye
He likes everything from soup to hay
Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty
Bet he's gonna be a man someday *

Roly Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast
Bread and jelly 20 times a day
Roly Poly eats a hearty dinner
It takes lots of strength to run and play
Pulls up weeds and does the chores
Runs both ways to all the stores
He works up an appetite that way
Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty
Bet he's gonna be a man someday



~Lenore (music)    Posted 09-25-2004 at 20:07:46       [Reply]  [No Email]
Did not have it by Fred Rose.

~Ray Price

"Roly Poly"


ron,ar    Posted 09-25-2004 at 20:18:00       [Reply]  [No Email]
Yep, thats it, thanks Lenore.


Les    Posted 09-25-2004 at 19:28:36       [Reply]  [No Email]
That's another one my father would sing.
Other favorites were "Truly Fair", "My Old Jalopy's a Cadillac When You Go Riding With Me", "Hey Good Lookin" and "The Thing" (with appropriately timed toots on the horn for the "boom, boomboom" when we were riding in the car, which is when he always would be singing. He didn't believe in car radios.)


ron,ar    Posted 09-25-2004 at 19:31:06       [Reply]  [No Email]
I musta missed "The Thing", refresh our memory please.


Les    Posted 09-25-2004 at 19:39:05       [Reply]  [No Email]
Phil Harris done it. (Ever listen to Dr. Demento? That's about the only place you'll hear it these days.)
Anyway, it tells a story about a guy who was walking along the beach one day and discovered this box floating in the bay. He swam out and got it. When he opened it up there was a "boom, boomboom", something which is never identified but left to your imagination. Anyway he takes it home and to a bunch of other places and nobody wants it or to be anywhere near it and it ruins the guy's life. Very cute song.


Les...Here's all the word    Posted 09-25-2004 at 19:46:42       [Reply]  [No Email]
As I was walking by the beach on one bright, sunny day
I saw a great big, wooden box a floating in the bay
I picked it up and opened it up and what to my surprise
Oh I discovered a (clap* clap* clap*) right before my eyes.
Oh I discovered a (clap* clap* clap*) right before my eyes.
I picked it up and ran to town as happy as a king
I took it to a man I knew who'd buy most anything
And this is what he said to me as I walked in his shop
Oh get out of here with that (clap* clap* clap*) before I call the cop.
Oh get out of here with that (clap* clap* clap*) before I call the cop.
I picked it up and turned around a running for my life.
And then I went to take it home to give it to my wife.
But this is what she said to me as I walked in the door
Oh get out of here with that (clap* clap* clap*) and don't come back no more.
Ih get out of here with that (clap* clap* clap*) and don't come back no more.
The moral of this story is if you are on the beach
And you should see a wooden box and it's within you reach
Don't ever try to pick it up is my advice to you
Cause you'll never get rid of that (clap* clap* clap*) no matter what you do.
Oh you'll never get rid of that (clap* clap* clap*) no matter what you do.


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