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Lyr Req: Fishy parody song / Wet Dream (K Addotta) |
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Subject: Fishy Parody Song From: GUEST,Scotsbard (ala Laptop) Date: 09 Aug 01 - 09:34 AM Does anybody remember a song that poked fun at detective movies, with lyrics that punned on fish names at every opportunity? Something like " ... for the halibut I loooked in every ... "? ~S~
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Fishy Parody Song From: Hollowfox Date: 09 Aug 01 - 09:57 AM It's on David Jones' "Songs of Exquisite Taste". It's at home and I'm not, so I can't give more details at the moment. I do know that Dick Greenhaus can provide it through CAMSCO. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Fishy Parody Song From: Charley Noble Date: 09 Aug 01 - 10:04 AM Got that cassette as well and will post later on if someone else doesn't beat me to it. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Fishy Parody Song From: GUEST,Sorch Date: 02 Sep 01 - 09:05 PM Hey, Charley, can you still do this one? |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Fishy Parody Song From: GUEST,nobody in particular Date: 02 Sep 01 - 09:17 PM I've heard it too, I believe it's called "wet dream, swimmin' thru the gulfstream" At least that's part pf the chorus. Good luck. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Fishy Parody Song From: Pene Azul Date: 02 Sep 01 - 09:23 PM The lyrics to "Wet Dream" are here. Jeff |
Subject: Lyr Add: WET DREAM (Kip Addotta) From: Pene Azul Date: 02 Sep 01 - 09:25 PM WET DREAM (Kip Addotta) (another site adds: "Written by Biff Manard") It was April the forty-first, being a quadruple leap year. I was driving in downtown Atlantis. My barracuda was in the shop so I was in a rented stingray, and it was overheating. So I pulled into a Shell station. They said I'd blown a seal. I said "Fix the damn thing and leave my private life out of it, OK, pal?" While they were doing that, I walked over to a place called the Oyster Bar, a real dive. But I knew the owner: he used to play for the Dolphins. I said "Hi, Gill!" You have to yell, he's hard of herring. Think I had a wet dream, Cruising through the Gulf Stream, Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, Wet dream. Gill was also down on his luck. Fact is he was barely keeping his head below water. I bellied up to the sandbar. He poured me the usual, rusty snail, hold the grunion, shaken not stirred, with a peanut-butter-and-jellyfish sandwich on the side, heavy on the mako. I slipped him a fin, on porpoise. I was feeling good: I even dropped a sand dollar in the box for Jerry's squids, for the halibut. Well, the place was crowded: we were packed in like sardines. They were all there to listen to the big band sounds of Tommy Dorsal -- what sole. Tommy was rocking the place with a very popular tuna, Salmon Chanted Evening, and the stage was surrounded by screaming groupers, probably there to see the bass player. One of them was this cute little yellowtail, and she's giving me the eye. So I figured this is my chance for a little fun, you know, piece of pisces? But she said things I just couldn't fathom. She was too deep. She seemed to be under a lot of pressure. Boy, could she drink! She drank like a --- she drank a lot. I said "What's your sign?" She said "Aquarium." I said "Great, let's get tanked!" Think I had a wet dream, Cruising through the Gulf Stream, Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, Wet dream. I invited her up to my place for a little midnight bait. I said "Come on baby, it'll only take a few minnows." She threw me that same old line: "Not tonight, I got a haddock." And she wasn't kidding either, 'cos in came the biggest, meanest-looking haddock I'd ever seen come down the pike. He was covered with mussels. He came over to me and said, "Listen, shrimp, don't you come trolling around here." What a crab! This guy was steamed. I could see the anchor in his eyes. I turned to him: I said "Abalone! You're just being shellfish!" Well, I knew there was going to be trouble, and so did Gill because he was already on the phone to the cods. The haddock hits me with a sucker punch. I catch him with a left hook. He eels over. It was a fluke, but there he was, lying on the deck, flat as a mackerel, kelpless. I said "Forget the cods Gill, this guy's gonna need a sturgeon!" Well, the yellowtail was impressed with the way I landed her boyfriend. She came over to me: she said "Hey, big boy, you're really a game fish. What's your name?" I said "Marlin." Think I had a wet dream, Cruising through the Gulf Stream, Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, Wet dream. Well from then on we had a whale of a time. I took her to dinner, I took her to dance, I bought her a bouquet of flounders. And then I went home with her. And what did I get for my trouble? Case of the clams. Think I had a wet dream, Cruising through the Gulf Stream, Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, Wet dream, Cruising through the Gulf Stream, Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, Wet dream... |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Fishy Parody Song From: Lin in Kansas Date: 03 Sep 01 - 02:11 AM ROTFLMAO!!!! That's hilarious! Scotsbard, thanks for asking about this one; and Jeff, many thanks for posting it-- Geez, I needed that! Lin (wiping the tea off her monitor screen--AGAIN!) |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE FOOD PUN SONG (Chuck Brodsky) From: Mark Cohen Date: 03 Sep 01 - 02:30 AM Reminds me of this one by Chuck Brodsky. The lyrics aren't on his website, so I may have made some errors: THE FOOD PUN SONG (c) Chuck Brodsky Well citrus selves down for a moment I won't take a latte your time You probably have heard challah rumors Which I cannoli deny Now you mayo you may not believe me Omelet you make up your own minds At steak is my gouda reputation I swear, I'm just arugula kind of guy But I'm in a bit of a pickle, I'm in a bit of a jam The ladyfingers me for the cereal killer I had to go on the lamb I am not pudding you on And it's not the whey -- W-H-E-Y -- that it looks If they should ever ketchup to me My goose will surely be cooked Well life was deliciously peachy And I owned a pizza the rock I had quite a spread, made lots of bread I made a mint buying stock I took good care of my family My wife and my three lentil girls So lettuce just say that I've seen butter days Manicott' nothing left of that world 'Cause I'm in a bit of a pickle I'm in a bit of a jam I im-margarine I'll just have to rum for my life 'Cause I'm innocent, oh yes, I yam Well any moment now, I got to roll I got hot dogs on my trail (frankly) I don't relish the thought of being caught Spending my life in the Jell-o, lard Spendin' my life in the jail Well folks, you know, I don't mean to be corny So please, don't go cola the cobs 'Cause I'm a little alfredo that mean old D.A. You know, a garlic him ought to be shot 'Cause it's chestnut true what he's saying It's all just a big bunch of bologna So if any of you should get sub-peanut Donut admit that you know me I'm in a bit of a pickle I'm in a bit of a jam The ladyfingers me for the cereal killer I had to go on the lamb I am not pudding you on And it's not the whey -- W-H-E-Y -- that it looks If they should ever ketchup to me My goose will surely be cooked Aloha, Mark |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Fishy Parody Song From: Charley Noble Date: 03 Sep 01 - 08:58 AM Thanks, Pene, for posting all that. And the extra helping from Mark is also appreciated.;-) |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Fishy parody song / Wet Dream (K Addotta) From: GUEST,roger Date: 04 Oct 13 - 02:51 PM It's on you tube |
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