Lyr Req: Hush Little Baby - parodies

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush Little Baby - parodies
From: GUEST,Mama T
Date: 19 May 11 - 04:51 PM

Hush little baby don't say a word,
Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird.
And if that mocking bird don't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring don't shine,
Papa's gonna buy you a bottle of wine.
And if that bottle of wine gets broke,
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat runs away,
Papa's gonna spank your boom-dee-ay!
And if that boom-dee-ay gets sore,
Papa's gonna take you to the candy store.
And if that candy man tells a lie,
Papa's gonna punch him right in the eye.
And if that eye gets black and blue,
Papa's gonna punch him in the other eye too!

Subject: Lyr Add: HUSH LITTLE BABY (Garrison Keillor)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 07 Feb 11 - 01:52 PM

From the Prairie Home Companion show, Saturday, December 27, 2008        
HUSH LITTLE BABY sung by Garrison Keillor and Heather Masse.
Listen (MP3)
Listen (RealAudio)

Hush little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's gonna take you to West Forty-third,
To Town Hall just off Times Square,
To see a broadcast go on the air,
And if we don't care for radio,
We'll go to Radio City to the Christmas show,
And if the Rockettes have sore feet,
Papa's gonna take you to Bleecker Street,
And if we see no artists there,
Papa's gonna take you to Washington Square,
Where we can play chess with the chess wonks,
Who come down everyday from the Bronx,
And if it's boring and you let the wonk win,
Papa's gonna take you to the Algonquin,
And if the Round Table is not so round,
We'll take a Circle Line cruise to the Long Island Sound,
And if it's one of those rainy days,
Papa's gonna take you to Cartier's,
And if the diamonds do not amaze,
Papa's gonna take you to some Broadway plays,
And if the audience gets restless and vocal,
Papa's gonna take you on the Broadway local,
And if they won't move over and give you and me room,
Papa's gonna take you to the Russian Tea Room,
And if the blinis seem just too small,
We'll go next door to Carnegie Hall,
And if it's some choir singing Messiah,
Papa's gonna take you to Gray's Papaya,
And if the papaya leaves you feeling dry,
We'll go to the 92nd Street Y,
And if the poetry reading's a bore,
And the metaphors you've heard before,
And the poets' muse is a much too solemn muse,
Papa's gonna take you to St. Bartholomew's,
And if the homily bores you to tears,
Papa's gonna take you to the Chelsea Piers,
And if the locker room is just too smelly,
Papa's gonna take you to Carnegie Deli,
And if it's crowded and there's a long line
Of Midwesterners waiting to dine,
And at the end you see a man,
Who looks like your uncle Stan from Mandan,
We'll tiptoe away nice and slow.
Over to the Oyster Bar we'll go,
And if the Oyster Bar is fresh out of oysters,
Papa's gonna take you up to the Cloisters,
And if you don't care for tapestries,
We'll go to Zabar's and look at cheese,
And if you don't like curds and whey,
Papa's gonna take you to the Hard Rock Café,
And if that rock isn't really and truly hard,
Papa's gonna take you to Juilliard,
And if they won't play Paganini for ya,
Papa's gonna take you to the Waldorf Astoria,
And if you don't care for candelabra,
Papa's gonna take you to the Metropolitan Opera,
And if you don't like "La Traviata",
As much as a $200 ticket oughta,
And the soprano doesn't hang out on the fermata,
We'll go to Holy Trinity for a Bach cantata,
And if the music is too serene,
We'll stop in at Picholine,
And if the poached perch paté pales,
Papa's gonna take you to Bloomingdale's,
And if Bloomingdale's doesn't quite bloom,
Papa's gonna take you to Grant's Tomb,
And if Grant's Tomb fills you with gloom,
Papa's gonna take you to the Rainbow Room,
And if the Rainbow makes you blue,
Papa's gonna take you to the Central Park Zoo,
And if those polar bears submerge,
Papa's gonna take you to Trinity Church,
And if we don't even know what we're praying for,
We'll tiptoe out and head for the door,
And when our credit cards have all gone bust,
Then we may as well 'cause we know we must
Pack our bags and head back home,
Back to the place where the buffalo roam,
Back where the houses are never locked,
And people head to bed about nine o'clock,
Where there is no subway, no A line or B line,
Just a highway and a treeline,
Where there's no Zabar's and no Balduccis,
Selling thirty-five different kinds of blue cheese,
We got no Lincoln Center, no Times Square,
Got no salons to do our hair,
No haughty models walking down Fifth Avenue,
Just folks who say "It was real nice havin' you"
We'll settle down and work real hard,
And pay off the debt on our credit card,
Pay the bill every month,
For the fun we had in New York wonth.
We're in debt; there's a recession.
Our American Express has lost its expression.
Our Visa's deVisaed and our Master's unMastered,
All because of you, you beautiful child.

We'll stay home and save our dough,
And sit around with the radio,
In our pajamas and nightgown,
And you'll still be the sweetest little baby around.

Subject: Lyr Add; HUSH LITTLE BABY (Garrison Keillor)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 07 Feb 11 - 01:51 PM

From the Prairie Home Companion show, Saturday, December 6, 2003
HUSH LITTLE BABY sung by Garrison Keillor
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Hush little baby, see how nice you can be.
Papa's gonna take you to NYC,
The city so nice they named it twice,
Thanks to Rudy Giuliani who stamped out the vice.
We'll go to Times Square where there are no greens,
Just neon signs and giant screens,
A big triangle with glass and steel sides,
Just like Disneyland except the rides,
And much more exciting entertainment:
Wild taxis on a very rough pavement,
To a front row seat at the old Town Hall,
And a radio show from St. Paul,
And if those folks are short on savoir,
Papa's gonna take you to the Oyster Bar,
And if the Oyster Bar has no oysters,
Papa's gonna take you up to the Cloisters,
And if medieval art doesn't do it for ya,
Papa's gonna take you to the Waldorf Astoria,
And if the ladies are too lah-di-dah,
Papa's gonna take you to Un Deux Trois,
And if they're out of sautéed snails,
Papa's gonna take you to Bloomingdale's,
And if Bloomingdale's doesn't quite bloom,
Papa's gonna take you to Grant's Tomb,
And if it doesn't impress like it oughta,
Papa's gonna take you to "La Traviata",
And if Violetta does not sing prettily,
Papa's gonna take you to Little Italy,
And if that pasta is passé,
Papa's gonna take you to the Hard Rock Café,
And if that rock isn't really and truly hard,
Papa's gonna take you up to Juilliard,
And if the music is out of tune,
Papa's gonna take you to Vidal Sassoon,
And if an appointment we can't finagle,
Papa's gonna take you to H & H Bagel,
And if the bagels aren't the right shade of brown,
Papa's gonna take you to "Wonderful Town",
And if the chorus girls have sore feet,
Papa's gonna take you to Aquavit,
And if that herring is a hair too dry,
Let's go to the 92nd-Street Y,
And if their muse is a much too solemn muse,
Papa's gonna take you to St. Bartholomew's,
And if the homily just doesn't do it,
Papa's gonna take you to the Cooper Hewitt,
And if the exhibits all look the same,
Papa's gonna take you to a Rangers game,
And if the seats are tight and there's not enough knee room,
Papa's gonna take you to the Russian Tea Room,
And if their tables tend to cramp and stiffen knees,
Papa's gonna take you over to Tiffany's,
And if the doorman doesn't say, "It's sure nice havin' ya,"
We'll just walk on down Fifth Avenue,
To Soho and see if we can find,
A place to be properly wined and dined,
And then Papa's credit card will be declined.
Yes, little baby, Papa's gonna be in hock.
Papa's plastic will not talk.
Papa's credit is in recession.
His American Express has lost its expression.
He's been deVisaed and unMastered,
All because of you, you beautiful child.

So we'll pack our bags and head back home,
Where the deer and buffalo roam.
We'll work hard and pay our debts,
And live on Cheese Whiz and Creamettes,
And eventually, when the bills are paid,
And the corn is sold and the money's made,
We'll put down the shovel and the pitchfork,
And get dressed up and head for New York,
As men have done since way back when,
And sing this song all over again.

Subject: Lyr Add: HUSH LITTLE BABY (Garrison Keillor)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 07 Feb 11 - 01:49 PM

From the Prairie Home Companion show, Saturday, May 15, 2004:
HUSH LITTLE BABY sung by Inga Swearingen, (using some vocal techniques she apparently picked up from Bobby McFerrin).
Click to play

Hush, little baby, don't you cry.
Mama gonna make you some rhubarb pie,
And if that rhubarb pie is too sour,
Mama gonna pick you a wildflower,
And if that wildflower wilts,
Mama gonna buy you a pair of stilts,
And if that pair of stilts ain't steady,
Mama gonna make you a bowl of spaghetti.

If that spaghetti's not al dente,
Mama gonna buy you a horn of plenty,
And if that horn doesn't have the right fruit,
Mama gonna buy you a two-piece suit,
And if that suit's not the right material,
Mama will feed you a bowl of cereal,
But if that cereal's not low-carb,
Mama gonna feed you some more rhubarb,
So hush, little baby, don't you moan,
It's been thirty years on The Prairie Home.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush Little Baby - parodies
From: GUEST,jax
Date: 05 Feb 11 - 05:00 PM

yo yo mas version is same till...


if that looking glass should break
papas gonna buy you a chocolate cake
when that chocolate cake you eat
papas gonna buy you a puppy-sweet-
and if that puppy won't bark
papas gonna buy you a horse and cart
if that horse and cart break dow-own
papas goona buy you a little toy clown
hush little baby don't you cry
mamas gonna sing you a lullaby

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush Little Baby - parodies
From: Flash Company
Date: 14 Oct 06 - 09:54 AM

I posted this on another thread once, but it is relavant so here it is again:-

Hush little baby, don't you fear,
The bomb's not going to go off this year,
They all went off last year, you see,
But daddy had built a shelter for me.

In that shelter we had to hide,
While all the bombs went off outside,
Me and your daddy we came out then,
And started the human race again.

When you were born it was very clear,
There was strontium ninety in the atmosphere,
But dont you let that get you down......




You're still the only two headed baby in town!

Feel free to use if you want too, it was all my own work

Brian Q (aka Flash Company)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush Little Baby - parodies
From: Joe_F
Date: 13 Oct 06 - 09:21 PM

Baby, baby, naughty baby,
Hush, you squalling thing, I say!
Peace, this moment! Peace, or maybe
Bonaparte will pass this way.

Baby, baby, he's a giant,
Tall and dark as Rouen steeple,
And he breakfasts, dines, rely on 't,
Every day on naughty people.

Baby, baby, if he hear you
As he passes by the house,
Limb from limb he'll surely tear you,
Just as pussy tears a mouse,

And he'll beat you, beat you, beat you,
And he'll beat you into pap,
And he'll eat you, eat you, eat you,
Every morsel, snap, snap, snap!

*

A cherry in a Manhattan, it has no stone.
Chicken a la king, it has no bone.
The story of stupidity, it has no end.
A baby when it's strangled, there's no cryen.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush Little Baby - parodies
From: GUEST,JimP
Date: 13 Oct 06 - 09:02 PM

And then there's this really great lullaby by Dan Glasser:

CLOSE YOUR EYES
Dan Glasser

Close your eyes and sleep.
There are demons in your dreams.
Go to sleep my darling
There's a demon underneath your bed.
Demons in your bed
Are going to eat you up.

(etc.)

Here's a sample:

Close Your Eyes

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush Little Baby - parodies
From: GUEST,rachel
Date: 13 Oct 06 - 07:33 PM

My family sings it a little differently.
Hush little baby don't say a word
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird
If that mockingbird won't sing
Papa's going to buy you a diamond ring
...don't shine
...bottle of wine
...gets cracked
...Cadillac
...don't run
...BB gun
...won't shoot
...bathing suit
...don't fit
Papa's gonna say "oh shucks I quit!"

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush little baby - parodies
From: Cool Beans
Date: 18 May 05 - 02:18 PM

If that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa's gonna kick Mr. Keepsake's ass...

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush little baby - parodies
From:
Date: 17 May 05 - 06:01 PM

Looking for version - Hush little baby don't you cry. Mamma's gonna sing you a lullaby - what's next?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush little baby
From: vectis
Date: 29 Mar 02 - 09:26 PM

This one's a mixture of Laurie Say and me
adjust to fit your location and the craze of the moment

Hush Little Baby Hush Little Baby

Hush little babies don't make a noise
Mummy's going to make you a sack of toys.
Some Lego Technic and a plastic zoo,
A rocket launcher, Tellytubby too.

A big box of bricks and a top that hums,
Asurgeon kit to operate on your chums.
A Sindy house 'cos she's a stat
The teenage doll with the removable bra.

A real bow and arrow with real sharp points
A plastic skeleton with visible joints.
A sweet little pussy with an artificial purr,
A sweet little Furbie with real live fur.

A sweet little dolly in a sweet little cot
With a sweet little bottle and a usable pot.
I've got a feeling dears that you'll look cute
In a zombie mask and a Frankenstein suit

Some in-line skates, a remote control car
A CD ROM for your computer
A Sony Discman and and a Man. U kit
A computer pet so you don't get bit

And when adults you become
You're sure to remember your dear old mum.
You'll be spoilt and mean and twisted and crummy
But you're sure going to love your dear old mummy.


Hush little babies don't make a noise
Mummy's going to make you a sack of toys.
Some Lego Technic and a plastic zoo,
A rocket launcher, Tellytubby too.

A big box of bricks and a top that hums,
A surgeon kit to operate on your chums.
A Sindy house 'cos she's a stat
The teenage doll with the removable bra.

A real bow and arrow with real sharp points
A plastic skeleton with visible joints.
A sweet little pussy with an artificial purr,
A sweet little Furbie with real live fur.

A sweet little dolly in a sweet little cot
With a sweet little bottle and a usable pot.
I've got a feeling dears that you'll look cute
In a zombie mask and a Frankenstein suit

Some in-line skates, a remote control car
A CD ROM for your computer
A Sony Discman and and a Man. U kit
A computer pet so you don't get bit

And when adults you become
You're sure to remember your dear old mum.
You'll be spoilt and mean and twisted and crummy
But you're sure going to love your dear old mummy.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush little baby
From: greg stephens
Date: 29 Mar 02 - 06:19 PM

Where does the tune come from? It was called King's Polka in the English Lake District about 1850, anybody know anything earlier than that?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush little baby
From: GUEST,caiti
Date: 07 Mar 01 - 06:11 PM

hush little baby don't say a word
mama's (papa's) gonna buy you a mockingbird
if that mockingbird don't sing
mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
and if that diamond ring turns brass
mama's gonna buy you a looking glass
if that looking glass gets broke
mama's gonna buy you a billy goat
and if that billy goat won't pull
mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull
if that cart and bull turns over
mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover
and if that dog named Rover won't bark
mam's gonna buy you a horse and cart
if that horse and cart fall down
you'll still be the prettiest little baby in town.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush little baby
From: GUEST,Roll&Go-C
Date: 07 Mar 01 - 10:42 AM

Doug, what can I say? My family always sang a lot of songs with "gallows humor" and we would shudder appropriately. Now if you recall Jean Ritchie's baby sitting song goes:

What'll I do when baby cries,
Stick my finger in baby's eye;
Wrap her up in a table cloth,
Throw her up in the old hay loft...

So, yes, my mother did sing us songs like that, and still sings them. Sorry if you're shocked.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush little baby
From: DougR
Date: 07 Mar 01 - 12:34 AM

Guest? Are you serious? DougR

Subject: ADD: Hush little baby (parody)^^
From: GUEST,Roll&Go-C
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 09:52 AM

My mother used to sing us to sleep with her parody of this lovely traditional song:

HUSH LITTLE BABY PARODY
(Roll&Go-c's mother)

Hush, little baby, don't you cry;
Mama's gonna pock you in the eye;
If that pock in the eye don't hurt,
Mama's gonna rub your face in the dirt;

If that dirt don't make you sore,
Mama's gonna wallop you some more;
If that walloping don't make you sick,
Mama's gonna whack you with a stick.

If that whacking don't break some bones,
Mama's gonna hit you with some stones;
If those stones don't hurt you none,
Mama's gonna shoot you with a gun.

If that gun don't kill you dead,
Mama's gonna bash you in the head;
If that bashin' seems like fun,
You're sure a tough little son-of-a-gun!

Probably no more harmful than Jean Ritchie's "What will I do with the Baby-o?."^^

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush little baby
From: nutty
Date: 05 Mar 01 - 05:27 PM

Or it could be ALL MY TRIALS ,LORD which is also in DT

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hush little baby
From: Sorcha
Date: 05 Mar 01 - 03:49 PM

In the DT, Hush Little Baby

Subject: Hush little baby
From:
Date: 05 Mar 01 - 02:58 PM

Does anyone know the lyrics of the traditionl song that goes "hush little baby don't you cry, mama's goin' to sing you a lullaby"

Subject: NEW Hush, Little Baby
From: Barbara
Date: 04 Nov 98 - 02:25 PM

This was just posted to the SanFrancisco FMC list. Thought I'd pass it on.
Blessings,
Barbara

HUSH LITTLE BABY
(Ben Silver)

Hush little baby, you’ll be heard,
Papa’s gonna listen to every word,
If those words don’t get you by,
Papa’s gonna be there when you cry,
And when that crying is all done,
Papa’s gonna take you and have some fun,
And if that fun should make you smile,
Papa’s gonna laugh with you a while,
And if by chance you should get blue,
Papa’s gonna hold you till you get through,
And if you need to scream and shout,
Papa’s gonna be there while you work it out,
And if you get a great idea,
Papa’s really gonna want to hear,
It ain’t about no mocking bird,
Children should be seen and heard.

By Ben Silver of Brooklyn, NY
Learned at the 1998 Children’s Music Network Gathering
October 18, 1998, New York City
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