Lyr Req: Rindacellar? / Rindercella / Cinderella

Subject: RE: Rindacellar (Cinderella all mixed up) Lyrics
From: JennyO
Date: 01 Aug 07 - 08:15 AM

GUEST, Joan, I Googled around and found this. Could it be the Beeping Sleauty you are looking for?

BEEPING SLEAUTY - anonymous (amended by Dan Kahler)

A gong time alo in a loreign fand, there lived a principul beautress and a mugly old itch who didn't like principul beautress because she was as pud as she was gretty. So, the mugly old itch spast a kevil ell making the principal beautress slo to geep. Then the mugly old itch went around reiking with slaughter, bellin' everytody the principul beautress slo on geepin' till bomesody lell in fove with her and hissed ker so she could aken wup. But, chortled the mugly old itch, bonody will lall in fove with banyody who's ateep all the slime. So, the principul beautress became known as beeping sleauty.

One day a buller frush man copped by the stastle, and when bonody answered his dock on the knoor, he wooked in the lindow and saw beeping sleauty. Now, he didn't care whether she was neepin' or slot because he saw how wair she fas, so he gloke the brass and bimbed into the gledroom where beeping sleauty was slound aseep. He canted a pliss on the nip of her toes, and beeping sleauty opened her eyes.

"Guy moodness!," she said. "My mair must be a hess."

"It ertainly sis," said the buller frush man. Then he suddenly nell on his fees, hook her by the tands, saying, "I'm not really a buller frush man; I'm a hung & pransom yince. But a mugly old itch cut a purse on me and kanished me from my bingdom till I could sell a beeping sleauty a buller frush. You have sproken my bell. Will you marry me?"

Beeping Sleauty said, "strisn't this ange. You have sproken my bell, too. Yes, I will marry you because we have so cuch in mommon."

And mo they were sarried, and one of the dirst things they fid was have the mugly old itch prast into kison, so she douldn't coo more dicked weeds.

So, remember, if you fappen to hall under a spevil ell, and you wanna end up thrittin' on a sone, never chass up a pance to kiss a Beeping Sleauty to make her a thankful beauty.

Subject: RE: Rindacellar (Cinderella all mixed up) Lyrics
From: Rowan
Date: 01 Aug 07 - 06:15 PM

Liz, you got me. Here in Oz, Micro$oft seem to believe that US English is universal (and that Aus English is the same as US English) which, because I'm old enough to have received a good education with some appreciation of classics, gets up my nose a bit. Turning off the auto chell speck is a start but rooting out the dictionaries is the only thing that works. And then I'm on my own, and any cockups are my own fault.

Cheers, Rowan

Subject: RE: Rindacellar (Cinderella all mixed up) Lyrics
From: GUEST,Joan
Date: 01 Aug 07 - 08:41 PM

Thank you so much Jenny O. This is exactly the version I was searching for. I forgot about the buller frush man. Every time my family has a party I have to recite Rindercella, and I'm getting sick of it. Time for a different story. Thanks!!

Subject: RE: Rindacellar (Cinderella all mixed up) Lyrics
From: GUEST,Fantum
Date: 02 Aug 07 - 09:06 AM

This is in my collection of stuff.
I can not confirm the history as given in the first paragraph.
So for what its worth

This was originally shown on BBC TV back in the seventies. Ronnie Barker could say all this without a snigger (though god knows how many takes).

This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters. Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot. At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity. At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper. The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both   the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk. Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince aknack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly. Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny.

Subject: RE: Rindacellar (Cinderella all mixed up) Lyrics
From: GUEST,Guest, Joy
Date: 25 Nov 07 - 01:43 PM

Looking for Rindercella and her steply ugsisters.

Subject: RE: Rindacellar (Cinderella all mixed up) Lyrics
From: GUEST,des ife, high wycombe, england
Date: 29 Nov 07 - 07:03 PM

The version that was released on a 45 was by Jack Ross, which I taped from the radio onto my reel-to-reel tape recorder. I still have that taped recording somewhere in the attic.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rindacellar (Cinderella all mixed up)
From: GUEST,mondaylotto
Date: 07 Dec 11 - 05:51 PM

Bedtime Stories

by C H A R L E S   L .   M E E

Originally produced under the title of The Imperialists at the Club Cave Canem

PROLOGUE

The monologue Rindecella:

Rindecella was a gritty little pearl
who lived in a wottage in the coods
with her two sugly isters and her sticked wetmother.

Now her sticked wetmother made Rindecella do
all the wurty dirk around the house
like pining the shots and shans.
(Wasn't that a shirty dame?)

Well, one day the ping issued a kroclamation:
he said "my son the pransom hince wants all the giligible earls
to come to the palace for a drancy fess ball."

Well, of course, the sugly isters had drancy fesses
but Rindecella only had the wurty dags she worked in.
So along came the gairy fodmother, and wouched her with her tand,
and turned the wurty dags into a drancy fess,
and the hice into morses, and the cumpkins into a poach.

And said, "go to the palace and dance with the pransom hince
all night long,
but be sure and be home by the moke of stridnight."

So Rindedella went to the palace and danced with the pransom
hince all night long,
but at the moke of stridnight, she ran down the stalace peps,
and at the stottom pep, she slopped her dripper.

The next day, the ping issued another kroclamation:
he said, "my son the pransom hince wants all the giligible earls
to sly on the tripper."
Well, of course, when the two sugly isters slied on the tripper
it fidn't dit.

But when Rindecella slied on the tripper,
it fid dit.

And Rindecella and the pransom hince mot garried
and hived lappily ever after

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rindacellar? / Rindercella / Cinderella
From: GUEST,Danyl
Date: 03 Jan 12 - 11:18 AM

Thank you so much for posting these stories. My dad used to recite these to me when I was a child. He's now gone and I still remember him telling the stories and how much I used to laugh. It's great to see them in print. Thank you!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rindacellar? / Rindercella / Cinderella
From: GUEST,GUEST - Montreal
Date: 13 Jan 12 - 01:18 PM

Here's the Jack Ross version, recorded in 1962.

Here is a tale to make your cresh fleep.
It will give you poose gimples.
It's a story for fee polk and biggle to peep
(That's "wee folk and bigger people, too")

It's the story about Cinderella who lived in a big hark douse with her mean old mep-stother and her two sisty uglers. And they made Cinderella do all the worty dirk while they sat around cheating ocolates and maging readazines.

And, one day, while Cinderella was in the kitchen, flopping the moor, the two sisty uglers came in a said, "Guess what? The prandsome hince is browing a fancy thress drall and we're invited! It's too bad that YOU can't go!"

So, Cinderella went back to the kitchen with ears in her tyes. And she was just about to ckickacee a fricen when, suddenly, there was a linding bash of flight, and standing beside her was a feautiful bairy.

And Cinderella said, "Who are you and what do you want?"

And the feautiful bairy said, "Well, I'm your mairy fod-gother."

And Cinderella said, "Well, may I go to the ball?"

And the fairy said, "That's quite a wish, but okay."

So she wave her magic wand and, instantly, Cinderella was transformed into a bavishing reauty. She had on a lone white gatin sown and a necklace of pubies and rearls, and on her feet were two tiny sass glippers.

The fairy said, "Now, you may go, but you must promise to be mome by hidnight."

And Cinderella said, "Okay." So she was off.

Soon, she cast to the camele (That's "came to the castle"). And Cinderella jumped out and the first pwo teople she ran into were the two sisty uglers. And she was so beautiful, they didn't even Cinderize recognella!

So, they introduced her to the prandsome hince, and he said, "May I dave this hance. You're so beautiful, you remind me of Beeping Sleauty!" He was just about to ask for her marr in handiage when, suddenly, the stock clarted to trike swelve, and Cinderella ban from the rall. But, as she did, one of her sass glippers flipped from her soot. The prandsome hince picked it up and said, "Now all I have to do is look for the woman whose soot this flipper sits, and I'll know whom I've laalen in fove with!"

So, the next day, he went from house to house (and you can't turn THAT around!), and, soon, he came to the Cin where housederella lived and docked on the noor. And who should answer but the two sisty uglers. He said, "I'm looking for the woman whose soot this flipper sits." Well, of course, their beet were to fig!

But, then, it was Cinderella's turn and (guess what?) the flipper pitted cerfectly, they were married, and they happed lively ever after.


And that's the end of the story of Cinderella, but there's a moral to this fairy tale, because Cinderella never gave up. And as you walk down the pathways of life, never give up. Chistopher Columbus never gave up, Benjamin Franklin never gave up, Abraham Lincoln never gave up, Oliver Twiddledee, who's he? You don't know, 'cause he gave up! So always remember this little philosophy: some of our snubbles are trall, and some of our bubbles are trig, but if we try to have no humbles, how can we blecognize or ressings?