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Subject: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST Date: 21 Sep 03 - 10:03 AM need lyrics to a song about hot dogs other than the oscar myer song |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST Date: 21 Sep 03 - 11:38 AM Commercial jingle from the western US, circa 1970's Hot Dogs, Armour Hot Dog What kind of kids eat Armour Hot Dogs Fat kids, skinny kids, kids who climb on rocks --------kids, ------------- kids, even kids with chicken pox Eat Hot Dogs, Armour Hot Dogs, The dogs kids love to bite. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: wysiwyg Date: 21 Sep 03 - 11:45 AM Here is one that is close, and adaptable, or can be parodied: DER DEITCHER'S DOG ~Susan |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: wysiwyg Date: 21 Sep 03 - 12:00 PM Well, I forgot, I actually wrote one awhile back, BUILT FOR FLAVOR. Then there's Move It on Over by Hank Williams. Each verse ends with a reference to a different "better dog," and it closes with this verse: Remember pup, before you whine That side's yours and this side's mine So shove it on over (move it on over) Sweep it on over (move it on over) Move over cold dog cause a hot dog's moving in The Boy Scouts have a cheer/yell... Cheers, Yells, and Applauses Compiled by Daniel R. Mott District 23 Roundtable Staff. Applause stunts are a great way to recognize a person or den/patrol in a troop/pack meeting for some accomplishment they have performed. Be sure before you start that everyone knows and understands the applause stunt and how to do it. Applause stunts serve more then one purpose they not only provide recognition but also help liven up a meeting. Applause stunts need to be fun. Strive for quality of performance in your stunts. Hot Dog with Mustard: Get your hot dog and put it in a bun. Pick up the mustard bottle and squeeze some mustard on the hot dog, then take a big bite and say, "Yummmmm!" Not sure how you'd use that.... I have a database listing for "BLIND LEMON JEFFERSON Hot Dogs," but I dunno if it's a song or an album title. ~Susan |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST Date: 21 Sep 03 - 12:15 PM Susan, you said: "Hot Dog with Mustard: Get your hot dog and put it in a bun. Pick up the mustard bottle and squeeze some mustard on the hot dog, then take a big bite and say, "Yummmmm!" Not sure how you'd use that.... Maybe I don't understand your concept of applause stunts. How is putting a hot dog on a bun and putting mustard on it an "applause stunt" or cheer or yell? Dave Oesterreich |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 21 Sep 03 - 12:46 PM Frankfurter Sandwiches! Nigel |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 21 Sep 03 - 03:07 PM At the same website as Frankfurter Sandwiches: Hot Dog (from the days of chicks, cats and bop) Hot Dog Thanks, Nigel- hadn't tried that website before. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 21 Sep 03 - 03:19 PM I hadn't tried that website either, I just knew some of the lyrics & googled in Nigel |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: wysiwyg Date: 21 Sep 03 - 04:37 PM Dave, it's from the Scout songbook, as I indicated; I have NO idea how you would use it, but I thought perhaps someone interested in hot dogs might find a use for it. ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: McGrath of Harlow Date: 21 Sep 03 - 07:05 PM Well a pasty isn't quite a hot dog, but for songs about that class of cuisine you can't beat Cyril Tawney's "The Oggy Man." |
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Subject: Lyr Add: I WANNA HOT DOG FOR MY ROLL From: Stewie Date: 21 Sep 03 - 09:05 PM Here's a bit of double entendre fun from Butterbeans and Susie. I used it years ago in a presentation/entertainment called 'Acid Folk' at a national festival in Alice Springs. The lines don't line up neatly as they did in Word before pasting and posting, but it's all there. I WANNA HOT DOG FOR MY ROLL Hot dog Man: Hot dogs, hot dogs. Here come the hot dog man Woman: Hey, come here! HM: What is it, lady ? W: Well, I see you got a hot dog stand. HM: You know something, lady, I'm known now as the hot dog man. Yessir, hot dog. W: Well, listen. Well, I want a dog without bread, you see. HM: Why, why what's the matter? W: Because I carries my bread with me. HM: Now, lady, you peculiar, and that's a natural fact. W: Yes, and if I like your dogs, why I'll come back. HM: I know you will. W: How much is it? I'm here to pay. Satisfy me. Listen while I say. HM: What have you got to say? W: I wanna hot dog for my roll. HM: Well, here it is, here it is. W: I want it hot, I don't want it cold. HM: My dog's never cold. W: Give me a big one, that's what I say I want it so it will fit my bread HM: I have a hot dog for your roll W: Now is it hot? I don't want it cold HM: My dog's never cold W: I sure will be disgusted If this dog ain't full of mustard Don' want no excuse It must have lots of juice I wanna hot dog for my roll HM: Come and let me straighten you out Now, here's a hot dog that's long and lean W: Uh, uh, that ain't the kind of dog I mean HM: Now, here's a dog, lady, it's short and fat W: But I sure need something different from that Now here's my roll HM: Where's your roll? W: Now where's your dog? HM: Uh, uh, it's just that that roll you got will hold a half a hog. Yessir. W: Well, listen, man, can you fit it? HM: Why sure I can W: Why boy? HM: Why, lady, I'm known now as the champion hot dog man. Now, here's a hot dog for your roll W: It must be hot, I don't want it cold HM: My dog's never cold W: Give a big one, that's what I said I want it so it will fit my bread HM: Now, here's a hot dog for your roll W: Now, is it young? I don't want it old HM: My dog's never old W: I sure will be disgusted If this dog ain't full of mustard Don' want no excuse It must have lots of juice I wanna hot dog for my roll HM: Hot dog man is goin'. I'm goin'. Hot dogs. Source: transcription of Butterbeans and Susie 'I Wanna Hot Dog For My Roll' recorded on 31 March 1927 in NYC for Okeh. Unissued. First appeared on LP: Various Artists 'Stars of the Apollo' Columbia 67203. The complete recorded works of Butterbeans and Susie [Joe and Susie Edwards] Note: The reason for the non-release in the 20s is unclear – far more raunchy and explicit songs were released on race records in the 20s. --Stewie. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 21 Sep 03 - 11:04 PM DON'T FORGET the heart-tugging love-song: I'll give you a weiner each day I'll give you a weiner each day 'Til the stars leave the sky Or, I piss in your eye I'll give you a weiner each day.
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST,Jack (who is called Jack) Date: 21 Sep 03 - 11:18 PM I know a weenie man He has a weenie stand He sells most anything from hot dogs on down Some day in later life I'll be his weenie wife hot dog I love that weenie man |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 21 Sep 03 - 11:31 PM WYSIWYG -
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 21 Sep 03 - 11:54 PM Pack up your weiners in your old knapsack And hike, hike, hike Put in a loaf of mother's good brown bread And hike, hike, hike Marshmallows if you like; What's the use of worrying? All cares are out of sight, so- Pack up your weiners in your old knapsack And hike, hike, hike. This one is insipid enough to be from a scout manual, and so it is. Scouts Canada |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: Barry Finn Date: 22 Sep 03 - 12:00 AM "Hot Diggity, Dog Diggity boom what you do to me It's so new to me, what you do to me Hot Diggity, Dog Diggity boom what you do to me When you're holding me tight" I believe by Perry Como. Not that you'd be serious about this one, just thought I'd toss it in as a lark. Barry |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 22 Sep 03 - 12:17 AM Lot more diggity: Hot Diggity By Al Hoffman and Dick Manning, 1956. Perry Como was the chief beneficiary. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 22 Sep 03 - 12:24 AM Sure I had the link right. Now it has disappeared, but try this one for the same thing. The music is by Chabrier: Hot Diggity |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: Stewie Date: 22 Sep 03 - 12:29 AM Oops! The uncompleted sentence in my earlier posting was supposed to indicate that the complete recorded works of Butterbeans and Susie are available on 2CDs on the Document label. I can't believe that anyone would want that much of their stuff. However, their 'Elevator Papa, Switchboard Mama', in a similar vein to 'Hot Dog', is available on the excellent Yazoo compilation: Various Artists 'Please Warm My Weiner'. --Stewie. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST Date: 22 Sep 03 - 02:01 AM Here's a longer version of the one submitted by Jack(also called Jack). Wish I could remember where I heard it so I assign proper blame, I mean give due credit. I know a weenie man He runs a weenie stand He sells most anything from hot dogs on down Some day I'll share his life I'll be his weenie wife Hot dog! I love that weenie man I know a baker lady her name is hot cross Katy She stays up all the night Bakin' that good stuff When her buns are in the oven I'll slip over for lovin' (spoken) She's got a lotta dough, folks, but that's not why I love her I know a weenie couple They do the weenie shuffle (next two lines forgotten) They shuffle down the street so fast It's hard to "catch up" let alone pass (spoken) I'm gonna lear that weenie shuffle and I look forward to it with great relish! (Repeat first verse) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST,Ed Silberman Date: 22 Sep 03 - 02:05 AM I think Bessie Smith did one with a lyric like "I need a little hot dog in a roll"? It might rhyme with "I need a little sugar in my bowl", which might be the name of the song |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST,Ed Silberman Date: 22 Sep 03 - 02:08 AM Woops, I'm the "Guest" who posted the long version of "Weenie Man". I was reprimanded once before for not indentifying myself when I post at this forum |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST,Ed Silberman Date: 22 Sep 03 - 02:15 AM Does Dunderbecks' Machine, found in DT as simply Dunderbeck, count? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST,Ed Silberman Date: 22 Sep 03 - 02:19 AM Woops, it's probably obvious but the Bessie Smith line should have read "I need a little hot dog in my roll." |
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Subject: Lyr Add: PLEASE WARM MY WEINER (Bo Carter) From: Brian Hoskin Date: 22 Sep 03 - 08:46 AM PLEASE WARM MY WEINER - Bo Carter I got somethin' to tell you baby, don't get mad this time, If you want my Weiner you gimme, he's all up in my mind. Baby, please warm my Weiner, baby please warm my Weiner. Won't you just warm my Weiner, `cause he really don't feel right cold. Now listen here, sweet baby, I ain't no lyin' man, If you warm my Weiner one time you'll want to warm him again. Baby, please warm my Weiner, oh, warm my Weiner. Won't you just warm my Weiner, `cause he really don't feel right cold. Says some say to take hot water, baby can't you see, But your heat, baby, is plenty warm enough for me. Baby, please warm my Weiner, please warm my Weiner. Won't you just warm my Weiner, `cause he really don't feel right cold. Now listen here, sweet baby, you know that time is growing old, I don't want you to warm half my Weiner, I want you to warm him all. Baby, please warm my Weiner, baby please warm my Weiner. Won't you warm my Weiner, `cause he really don't feel right cold. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: nancyjo Date: 22 Sep 03 - 10:56 AM Not a song, but a reference to hot dogs I can't resist mentioning - When Oakland relief pitcher Knowles was asked about his teammate Reggie Jackson, Knowles replied, "There's not enough mustard in America to cover that Hot Dog." nancyjo |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THOSE LAZY HAZY CRAZY DAYS OF SUMMER From: GUEST,Ed Silberman Date: 23 Sep 03 - 03:24 PM I don't know if one reference to weenies in one line is what you're looking for but if... THOSE LAZY HAZY CRAZY DAYS OF SUMMER Nat "King" Cole Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies Then lock the house up, now you're set And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikinis As cute as ever but they never get 'em wet Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer You'll wish that summer could always be here Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer Don't hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in Or some romantic moon it seems Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin' You'll see more kissin' in the cars than on the screen Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer You'll wish that summer could always be here You'll wish that summer could always be here You'll wish that summer could always be here |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: CraigS Date: 23 Sep 03 - 07:07 PM I believe taht the BLJ reference is to an instrumental (mainly) tune in which you can hear his Hot Dogs (feet ) tapping the floor - I've never heard it, but I've seen a repro of an old handbill referring to it and Stefan Grossman recorded it. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: Stewie Date: 23 Sep 03 - 07:24 PM Craig, you are correct. The BLJ is an instrumental with foot tapping/stomping and a running spoken commentary. He sings a couple of couplets such as: Me and my feet is never late Me and my feet just won't wait It has been reissued on CD: Blind Lemon Jefferson 'Best Of' Yazoo 2057. --Stewie. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CHICKEN A-LA-BLUES (T Ball and K Sultan) From: Steve-o Date: 24 Sep 03 - 12:14 PM "CHICKEN A-LA-BLUES", by Tom Ball and Kenny Sultan (typical 8-bar blues) I used to eat so many hot dogs, I couldn't look a cold dog in the face I used to eat so many hot dogs, Couldn't look a cold dog in the face, Yeah, I'd eat some with chili and onions, You know I'd eat some with tomato paste Yeah, but now all I eat is chicken, And it's drivin' me insane Yeah, now all I eat is chicken, It's drivin' me insane You know I eat so many chickens Well, it clucks all in my brain BREAK On Sunday I had fried chicken (stop) Monday I had chicken wings (stop) Tuesday I had chicken fricasee (stop) Wednesday I had chicken a-la-king (stop) Thursday I had chicken giblets, Friday I had chicken stew, Saturday I had scrambled eggs.....you know that's chicken too No more hot dogs, My hot dog days are gone, Yeah now I eat so many chickens, You know it clucks all in my bones! |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HOT DOG (Schuyler Greene, Jerome Kern) From: Jim Dixon Date: 26 Sep 03 - 09:32 PM (Copied from http://www.thepeaches.com/music/composers/kern/HotDog.txt) HOT DOG (Words, Schuyler Greene. Music, Jerome Kern. From the show "Very Good Eddie," 1915.) CHORUS: There's a café that the real swells know. It is safe, and I long to go, Just to shake my dogs about Where the thoroughbred pups hang out. There's a floor that is smooth and grand. Something more: there's a big jazz band. When I hear the music play, I could throw myself away. Roo-ti-too-ti-too-ti! Come, my little beauty, Step a little step with me. Where the lights are gay, kid, Till the break of day, kid, Join me in a jamboree. I have bottled up a lot Of love I've not Uncorked as yet. Linger just within my reach, So I can teach You how to pet. I'll put my arms around you, baby, Hold you close, and maybe, After we have stepped a few, We shall both adorn a Cozy little corner, Big enough for just us two. Hid away from all our bunch, We'll sip our punch And cool eggnog. Life is full o' beauty, Dancin' with my cutie, Roo-ti-too-ti-toot-hot-dog. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: nancyjo Date: 06 Oct 03 - 09:25 AM I just happened to mention this thread to my daughter and she immediately started singing UNDER THE BOARDWALK by the Drifters. "From the park you hear the happy sound of a carousel Mm-mm, you can almost taste the hot dogs and French fries they sell Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,yeah On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be" I was surprised that I hadn't thought of it, and that it wasn't mentioned. Good one, daughter! nancyjo |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CHICKEN A LA BLUES (Cousin Joe) From: Jim Dixon Date: 28 Apr 17 - 10:01 PM Steve-o posted another version of this song on 24 Sep 2003. I have verified the following lyrics by listening to the recording which you can hear at Spotify or on YouTube. I believe this was the first recording, on Decca 48157. CHICKEN A LA BLUES Written by Joseph Pleasant (Cousin Joe) As recorded by Cousin Joe, 1950. I ate so many hot dogs, couldn't look a cold dog in the face. (2x) I had them in chili, baby, and I had them in tomato paste. Down in New Orleans, in the place where I was born, (2x) I ate so many chickens till it clucks all in my bones. Sunday, we had fried chicken; Monday, chicken a la king; Tuesday, chicken giblets and Wednesday, chicken wings; Thursday, chicken fricassee; Friday, chicken stew; Sat'd'y, scrambled eggs, and you know that's chicken too. No more hot dogs! Those days are really gone. Now I eat so many chickens till they clucks all in my bones. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: JHW Date: 29 Apr 17 - 05:40 AM The Hot Dog is the only dog that feeds the hand that bites it |
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Subject: ADD: ACME (Bev & Jerry Praver) From: Bev and Jerry Date: 29 Apr 17 - 04:33 PM Here's one we wrote way back in 1979: ACME by Bev and Jerry Praver CHORUS Who puts the ham in the hamburger and the dog in the old hot dogs? Who serves genuine beef by products from the finest Iowa hogs? Who uses only pure bred horses of the finest pedigree? It's the A-C-M-E Acme Fast Food Factory 1. I was rollin' down the interstate when I saw that neon light It was an Acme Fast Food Factory so I just pulled in for a bite I got me a hot dog on a bun - it was the worst 'thing I ever ate So I called the manager over to me and we commenced a big debate 2. The manager said to me, "Look here, boy I don't wanna hear you whine Right out there in front of the place I put a great big warning sign" So I went outside to read that sign, ending our dialogue And there it was just as plain as day, it said, "Boy, beware of the dog" 3. The next thing I knew I was laid out flat and the doctor had just arrived He said to me, "Boy, you had a close call, it's lucky that you survived" I thought to myself, "I'm poisoned for sure" as I contemplated my last meal But I was hurt runnin' down the road chasin' an automobile 4. So when you're drivin' down the road and you hanker for a bite to eat Fall into an Acme and get yourself a ptomaine treat From Canada to Mexico, from New York to 'Frisco Bay Ilt's the A-C-M-E Acme, endorsed by the AMA Bev and Jerry |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: BrooklynJay Date: 29 Apr 17 - 09:10 PM And, of course, the very risqué Frankfurter Sandwiches. It's on YouTube here sung by Harry Rose, from a very old film, possibly Metro Movietone Revue (1929). Jay |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 29 Apr 17 - 10:11 PM Dear Jay, Thank you for the link. If you do not mind...would you please: ... Listen ... Transcribe ... Post The lyrics, words, poem. Sincerely, Gargoyle Ten minutes for thee, that understands, may be two hours of labor for the "uninitiated." |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song about hot dogs From: Peter the Squeezer Date: 30 Apr 17 - 02:32 PM Not a song - but a tune (and a half)! Hot Dog - Sidney Torch Recorded on the organ at the Regal Cinema, marble Arch, London (the largest cinema organ in Europe), some time in the mid 1930's. This instrument had a very extensive (almost excessive) range of silent picture effects, including a set of tuned bird whistles, which can be heard at about 1'07". The organ was removed into storage in Cornwall about 1964, and the Cinema demolished. The instrument survives, and is currently undergoing restoration. I heard some years ago that Leslie Clair was a nom-de-plume for Sidney Torch. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HOT DOG SONG (Arrogant Worms) From: Jim Dixon Date: 07 May 17 - 03:51 PM HOT DOG SONG As recorded by Arrogant Worms on "Toast" (2004) Everybody loves hot dogs; even pasty hippies Find it's hard to beat a tube of meat, but now a question hits me: What the hell's in a hot dog? I shouldn't ask, maybe, 'Cause I don't know any animals that grow cylindrically. CHORUS: So have a hot dog on me, my friend. It's made out of animal odds and ends. Have a hot dog on me, my friend. It's the particle board of meat. It's good to reuse and recycle the unpopular pieces of meat That are quite gross, yet after they're processed, are such a delicious treat That the children eat them till they're queasy, because they love the taste Of sodium phosphate and iridorbate,* soy protein and sodium nitrate. CHORUS May or may not contain chicken and/or pork and/or meat, So have a hot dog on me, my friend. Don't think 'bout the parts from the pig's rear end. Have a hot dog on me, my friend. It's the particle board, The particle board, The board particles of meat. [* I can't confirm that this chemical exists.] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE HOT DOG SONG (Bullets over Broadway) From: Jim Dixon Date: 07 May 17 - 04:38 PM THE HOT DOG SONG Words by Woody Allen, music by Marvin Hamlisch and Craig Carnelia. From the musical play "Bullets over Broadway" (2014) As recorded by Heléne Yorke in the original cast album. Is there someone here who'd give a girl a hand? I'm looking for the guy who runs the hot-lunch stand. He's us'lly here around half-past three, And I'm a hung-a-ry girl, you see. They say I'm fickle; that's a fact, But if I like the service, I might come back. Tell me: how much is it? I'm willing to pay, So listen to the words I say: I want a hot dog for my roll. I want it hot; I don't want it cold. Give me a big one; that's what I said. I want it so it will fit my bread. I want a hot dog for my roll. I want it young; I don't want it old. I sure will be disgusted If that dog ain't full of mustard. Don't want an excuse. It must have lots of juice. I want a hot dog for my roll. Now here's a dog that's short and lean. That ain't the kind o' dog I mean. Well, here's a dog that's short and fat. You better show me something better than that. Well. here's my roll; where's your dog? Uh-uh, that roll you got would hold half a hog. Hey! Tell me, can you fill it? Why, yes I can. I'm known as the champion hot-dog man. Now here's a hot dog for your roll. You want it hot; you don't want it cold. I haven't eaten; it's been a while. Oh, my dog will lay you in the aisle. She wants a hot dog for her roll. She wants it young; she don't want it old. Don't worry; it won't hurt her. It's just a friendly frankfurter. She'll wait in line. If it's kosher, that's fine. She wants a hot dog for her roll! She wants a hot dog for her roll! [I have omitted some patter that appears in the recording. I have italicized the words sung by others than the main singer. The above song is adapted from a comedy record by Butterbeans & Susie called "I Want a Hot Dog for My Roll" (1927) which you can hear at YouTube. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HOT DOG (Buck Owens) From: Jim Dixon Date: 07 May 17 - 05:39 PM HOT DOG As recorded by Buck Owens (as Corky Jones), 1957. My baby works at a hot-dog stand, A-makin' them hot dogs as fast as she can. Up steps the capt'n, yells: "Don't be slow. Gi' me two hot dogs ready to go." CHORUS: Hot dog! She's my baby. Hot dog! Drive me crazy. Hot dog! Don't mean maybe. Ya ought to seen my baby at the hot-dog stand. In the cool of the evenin' when the sun goes down, All the chicks an' the cats all gather roun'. They order hot dogs an' red soda pop, Then they head down the road to a hep-cat hop. Well, I'm a-waitin' for my baby ever' night at twelve. She closes up the shop and then we lose ourselves At the hep-cat hop in a crazy way. We're a-doin' the bop at the break of day. Well all o' the cats ha' been a-hangin' around Tryin' to get my baby, puttin' me down. She either don't hear or she either don't care, Or maybe it's the way that I part my hair. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HOT DOG (Chris Powell & Five Blue Flames) From: Jim Dixon Date: 07 May 17 - 06:41 PM HOT DOG As recorded by Chris Powell & The Five Blue Flames, 1949. (Hot dog!) Ain't they very nice? (Hot dog!) Tried them once or twice. (Hot dog!) Babe, we'll find advice, With the mustard and the relish and the pickles, too. (Hot dog!) Hurry, hurry, won't you, boy? (Hot dog!) Make you jump for joy. (Hot dog!) Believe me, it's the real McCoy, With the mustard and the relish and the pickles, too. Cola, save my soul-a. I don't want orange, lemon or lime, 'Cause somethin' else fine is on my mind. (Hot dog!) Hurry, hurry, don't be late. (Hot dog!) Try them on your dinner plate. (Hot dog!) Ooh, it's a date with fate! With the mustard and the relish and the pickles, too. (Hot dog!) (Hot dog!) (Hot dog!) … (Hot dog!) Man, I can hardly wait (Hot dog!) To get a handful on my plate. (Hot dog!) Ooh, it's a date with fate! With the mustard and the relish and the pickles, too. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: AT A LITTLE HOT-DOG STAND (Dick Todd) From: Jim Dixon Date: 08 May 17 - 12:18 PM The tone of this record sounds unabashedly sentimental, yet I'm afraid it would provoke laughter from a modern audience. In other words, it's an example of unintentional bathos. AT A LITTLE HOT-DOG STAND As recorded by Dick Todd and His Orchestra, 1939. It wasn't on the island of Capri. It wasn't on the beach at Waikiki, Nor at a perfume counter in Paree Where we met, and yet— Something in the air was continental. There were moonbeams caressing the sand. I was feeling young and sentimental At a little hot-dog stand. Gallantly I handed her the mustard, Then she curtsied and I kissed her hand. Inwardly my heart was getting flustered At a little hot-dog stand. [§] The bubbles in our soda pop just hit us like champagne. I guess that we had five or six. From somewhere in the distance came a Viennese refrain, Or was my fancy playing tricks? There and then a spark of love ignited. It was real and the feeling was grand. To our wedding breakfast you're invited At a little hot-dog stand. [Repeat from §.] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HOT DOG MAN (Sam Theard) From: Jim Dixon Date: 08 May 17 - 01:40 PM I would classify this song as hokum. I can imagine a jug band doing it. Ordinarily I would not bother to post 8 copies of a chorus, but Theard so persistently introduces minor variations that I think his effort should be documented. HOT DOG MAN As recorded by Lovin' Sam Theard, 1929. 1. Mama is worried, and my papa too. They all upset 'bout my sister Sue 'Cause she crazy 'bout a hot-dog man. Oh, she's always hangin' 'round his stand. She's the funniest gal in the land, Wild about a hot-dog man, yes, sir, She's a fool about a hot-dog man. 2. She stays out at night till three o'clock, Followin' that man around the block. Oh, she crazy 'bout a hot-dog man. She's always hangin' 'round his stand. She's the funniest gal in the land. She crazy 'bout a funny-lookin' hot-dog man, Crazy 'bout a hot-dog man. 3. Maybe it's them good hot dogs makes her love him so, Or something else; I don't know, But she crazy 'bout a hot-dog man. She's always hangin' 'round his stand. She's the funniest gal in the land, Wild about a hot-dog man, yes, sir, Goin' crazy 'bout a hot-dog man. 4. Ain't no use jokin' an' it ain't no bluff. That hot dog man must know his stuff, 'Cause she crazy 'bout that hot-dog man. She's always hangin' 'round his stand. She's the funniest gal in the land, Goin' crazy 'bout a hot-dog man, yes, sir, Crazy 'bout a hot-dog man. 5. Pa put that hot-dog man in jail. My sister Sue, she went his bail, 'Cause she crazy 'bout that hot-dog man. Oh. she's always hangin' 'round his stand. She's the funniest gal in the land, Wild about that hot-dog man, yes, sir. She's a fool about the hot-dog man. 6. She's my own dear sister but I'm forced to say: There never was no hot dog could make you act that way, 'Cause she crazy 'bout that hot-dog man. She's always hangin' 'round his stand. She's the funniest gal in the land, Wild about the hot-dog man. I don't know, but she's just a fool about that hot-dog man. 7. Listen here, folks; I'm tellin' you: That hot-dog man has put that thing on Sue, 'Cause she crazy 'bout that hot-dog man. She's always hangin' 'round his stand. She's the funniest gal in the land, Wild about that hot-dog man, yes, sir, That same ol' hot-dog man. 8. Oh, buys her clo'es, sends her to school, But that hot-dog man done turned her [a] fool, 'Cause she crazy 'bout a hot-dog man. Oh, funniest gal in the land. She's the funniest gal in the land, Wild about a hot-dog man, yes, sir, A funny-lookin' hot-dog man. [Theard also wrote (I'LL BE GLAD WHEN YOU'RE DEAD) YOU RASCAL YOU, famously recorded by Louis Armstrong.] |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs about hot dogs From: RunrigFan Date: 08 May 17 - 03:15 PM I do believe the hot dogs go on Sorry wrong thread. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: FIDO IS A HOT DOG NOW (Billy Murray) From: Jim Dixon Date: 08 May 17 - 03:21 PM This is a bizarre one. You can hear it sung by Billy Murray at YouTube, or see the sheet music at Mississippi State University's web site. FIDO IS A HOT DOG NOW Words by Charles McCarron and Thomas J. Gray; music by Raymond Walker, ©1914. 1. We had a dog name Fido that I liked very much. I used to spend all my dough for puppy cakes and such. Our fam'ly learned to love him; to our hearts he was endeared, But now they've gone in mourning 'cause poor Fido's disappeared. CHORUS: But I won't look all over, The way they did for Rover, 'Cause I know just where little Fido's gone. (Poor dog!) He's in a place below, Where all the naughty doggies go, Down, down, down, where there isn't any snow. Though his hair was short, and his tail was long, I miss the little devil somehow. (Bow wow!) {But he won't get cold feet at that. There'll be too much mustard where he's at.} Fido is a hot dog now. 2. We never had a burglar; they wouldn't take a chance, 'Cause they knew little Fido would hang on to their pants. I used to love bologna; 'twas the only meat I'd get, But now I cannot eat it; it reminds me of my pet. ON SECOND CHORUS, SUBSTITUTE: {He's smothered now in sauerkraut. 'Twill take too long to dig him out.} |
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Subject: Lyr Add: FRANKFURTER SANDWICHES (Dubin/Pease/Nelso From: BrooklynJay Date: 09 May 17 - 08:47 AM FRANKFURTER SANDWICHES Words by Al Dubin and Harry Pease, music by Edward G. Nelson, ©1927 Since the world began The girl expects the man To bring her tokens of his love Some bring bags of gold Their ladies love to hold And jewels bright as stars above But my sweetheart's ideals Are so much higher, so much higher, And here's how I fulfill Her heart's desire… Every night I bring her Frankfurter sandwiches Frankfurter sandwiches How my baby loves those Frankfurter sandwiches Frankfurter sandwiches I tried to win her with flowers, flowers All kinds of sweetness `Til I found out my baby's weakness Every night she whispers Thanks for the sandwiches Thanks for the sandwiches But I fear there's something wrong Instead of her billing and cooing All she starts doing is chewing Frankfurter sandwiches Frankfurter sandwiches All night long Say… Every night I bring her Frankfurter sandwiches Frankfurter sandwiches How my baby loves those Frankfurter sandwiches Frankfurter sandwiches I tried to win her with candy, candy Ice cream and custard But how she likes hot dogs with mustard Every night she whispers Frankfurter sandwiches Frankfurter sandwiches But I fear there's something wrong Listen… Even when it was Yom Kippur, Quietly I had to slip her Frankfurter sandwiches Frankfurter sandwiches All night long! ************************************ These are the lyrics transcribed from the version sung by Harry Rose in Metro Movietone Revue (1929). Jay |
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Subject: Lyr Add: >HOT DOGS AND SASPARELLA / SARSAPARILLA From: Jim Dixon Date: 10 Nov 24 - 06:31 PM HOT DOGS AND SASPARELLA Words by Leonard Whitcup, music by Walter G. Samuels. As recorded by Todd Rollins and His Orchestra with vocal by Chick Bullock; Jun 18, 1934; Banner 33092-B. [Internet Archive] Hot dogs and sasparella Underneath a beach umbrella And you to make the day so sunny. I’ll write love letters to you in the sand. Ah, won’t it be grand To be wicki-wacki-wooin’ at the seashore? Oh, boy! There’s nothin’ sweller: Hot dogs and sasparella With lots of kisses from my, from my honey. You’ll be my Cinderella. I’ll be that lucky fella— Hot dogs and sasparella with you. - - - Also recorded as HOT DOGS AND SARSAPARILLA (but still pronounced “Sasparella”) by Sid Peltyn and his Orchestra [pseudonym for Tom Berwick and His Orchestra] with vocal by Dick Robertson; June 1, 1934; Bluebird B-5528-A. [Internet Archive] And as HOT DOGS AND SASPARELLA by Ted Fio Rito and his Orchestra with vocal by Muzzy Marcellino; June 4, 1934; Brunswick 6924. [Internet Archive] |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs about hot dogs From: Jim Dixon Date: 12 Nov 24 - 02:25 PM The song FRANKFURTER SANDWICHES, which BrooklynJay posted the lyrics to above, was also recorded in western swing style by Lulu Belle and Scotty and their Farm Boys, on FM 286 B, August 1948, which you can hear at the Internet Archive. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: FRANK THE FRANKFURTER MAN From: Jim Dixon Date: 12 Nov 24 - 05:09 PM You can hear this at the Internet Archive: FRANK, THE FRANKFURTER MAN (Words and music by Charles J. McCarthy, Dick Sanford, Nelson Cogane) As recorded by Al Trace and His Silly Symphonists on Gennett 7041-A, 1930. Who’s the busiest man in town? Frank. Who’s the man that always comes around? Frank. Rain or shine, he’s always going strong, Making people happy with his song: Get ’em while they’re hot! Get ’em while they’re hot! Get ’em while they’re hot! Red hot! Here comes Frank, the frankfurter man. How the kiddies run, Yelling: “Gimme one! Yummy-yummy-yum!” Well done! Welcome Frank, the frankfurter man. They’re so delicious for young and old. They’re just like kisses; they’re not so hot when they’re cold. So get ’em while they’re hot! Get ’em while they’re hot! Get ’em while they’re hot! Red hot! You’ll thank Frank, the frankfurter man. [SPOKEN] They’re harmless; they’re homeless; they’re boneless. You can’t tell a player without a red-hot. All right, fall right out for your pedigreed puppies! Our franks go furder. When you’re out to the ball game, (Make mine with mustard!) At the circus with the kiddies, You will see him with his basket selling dogs. (Arf! Arf!) Hot dogs! (Arf! Arf!) That’s Frank, the frankfurter man. (Arf! Arf!) (Arf! Arf!) |
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