Song Challenge! - Part 59

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59 -- Fixed link
From: JesseW
Date: 09 Nov 09 - 01:07 AM

Assuming the broken link (Old style digi-trad) above was to Ghost Chickens In The Sky, here is a current link: http://www.mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=2233

Subject: *bump* -- SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: JesseW
Date: 09 Nov 09 - 12:53 AM

Worthy of being read again. For that matter, worthy of having people sing various of these... It's filk, filk I say! ;-)

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Lin in Kansas
Date: 13 Jul 01 - 03:55 PM

Thanks Áine. As always, the fun is great and the talent astounding--

Hope your back gets better SOON!!

Lin

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Áine
Date: 12 Jul 01 - 10:09 PM

Here's a message for you Super Special Sandstone Sheila-Na-Gig Ocarina Award winners -- I'm wondering why no one has gotten my 'bold' joke . . . derrymacash, surely you get it, don't you? ;-)

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: JenEllen
Date: 12 Jul 01 - 07:20 PM

Huzzah! Just got back here myself. I love it! You folks are blazing!

MUCH love and laughter,
~J

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Áine
Date: 12 Jul 01 - 07:04 PM

B.est L.ine O'. B.ull -- and you have to stay after school tonight, mousethief, and index the Song Challenge! Rule Book -- all six volumes -- ya buggah! ;-)

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: mousethief
Date: 12 Jul 01 - 06:54 PM

What does B.L.O.B. stand for, again?

sorry,
Alex

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Áine
Date: 12 Jul 01 - 06:47 PM

Alrightey then, I think we've 'bout sung our heads off about this here chicken, don't you? ;-)

Sorry for being gone for a couple of days; but, the fellas came to put the new carpet in my office (the next-to-the-last-repair stemming from the sewer backup a few weeks ago...) -- and, of course, I was so excited about getting rid of the 'pong' in there, that I helped them move some books . . . and you all know what I'm going to say next . . . yes, my back went out again . . . (insert yelling at your favourite green deity here . . .)

Anyway, everything's put back where it belongs (except my sacroiliac, of course) and TGG is ready to roll on to another Challenge! And apart from the flippin' fantastic songs y'all have come up with, I've received some flippin' fantastic Challenge! ideas from y'all as well. ;-

So, here we go, read 'em and weep -- with joy, of course -- Cudos, congrats and big hugs and snogs to each of you for doing such a mahvahlahs Mudcat job on this one!

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip Award with Shamrock Cluster (The Shamrock Cluster is awarded for a very high level of imagination, imagery, and/or creative use of language in a song):
The Flying Dutchman (Revised) by MMario

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip Award with Harp Ribbon (The Harp Ribbon is given for being able to make The Keeper of the Book fall on the floor laughing OR make her short out her keyboard with tears):
Boiling Lobster, Screaming Chicken by RobDale
In That Old Chicken Farm Back Home by mousethief
That Chicken Was a Homewrecker by JenEllen
The Cluck Came Back by Lin in Kansas

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip Award with Guinness Crest (The Guinness Crest is awarded for causing both Harp Ribbon conditions within one song):
The Lavender Broiler by Amos

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip Award with Cleigh's Blue Fume Shield (Cleigh's Blue Fume Shield is given to the best blues rendition of any challenge topic):
Half-Dead Chicken Blues by JenEllen

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip Award with Memorial MMario Silverplated Spittoon (The GCCWMMSPS is awarded to the Challenge! entry which evokes an instantaneous bubbling up of frothy mirth from out of the lips of the Keeper of the Book and onto her monitor screen):
Alive, Alive O! by Philibuster

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip with Doo-Lyn Ditty Digger Decoration (The Doo-Lyn Ditty Digger Decoration is awarded for the best cow chip chunking Country version of a song in a Challenge!):
Old Red by Trapper

Winners of the Super Special Sandstone Sheila-Na-Gig Ocarina Award (The Super Special Sandstone Sheila-Na-Gig Ocarina Award is given to the Challenge!rs who warm the cockles and create a special warm and fuzzy feeling in the heart of the Keeper of the Book in a song):
I'm Sticking to Carrots Today by McGrath of Harlow
Lady Marinade by Le Fool (aka RobDale)
The Oven-Ready Chicken by derrymacash

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip with Two-Fer-One Coupon (The Two-Fer-One Coupon is awarded to those Challenge!rs who use two or more Challenge! topics in one song):
The Devil Went to New Zealand by SharonA
Food for Thought (Chickens and the Creative Process) by Ed I. Son (aka RobDale)
Grand Ol' Hen by SharonA
Skinny Lloyd the Farmer by SharonA
Swan Song Blue by Bradypus
Urban Ape (Poetic Interlude) by RobDale


Way to Go, Challenge!rs!!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: MMario
Date: 12 Jul 01 - 02:50 PM

owwwwwww!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Trapper
Date: 12 Jul 01 - 02:39 PM

Here's the corniest country song I know.... Sorry I'm late to the party - I was at the Winnipeg Folk Fest last week! Woo hoo!

- Al

OLD RED
Sung to the tune of: "Old Shep"
New words by Al Boyce 7/12/2001

Oh, when I was a girl, Old Red was an egg
Through the henhouse and barnyard we'd roll
Just a girl and her egg, we were both full of fun
As a friend, Red was worth more than gold.
I remember the time before Easter one year
When Red would have "dyed" without doubt
Mom was prepared to dip Red in the pot
I jumped in and pulled Old Red out

As the days rolled along, Old Red he cracked out
A chick newly hatched from his shell
And as he emerged, and he looked in my eyes
I could see Red would be my best pal.
With wings that were trembling, Red struck up a pose
And strained his cute beak to the sky
Then he crowed a clear note, so loud and so pure
His song made me so glad I cried.

Old Red gave his call, and he woke one and all
As he sang every day from his post
He was the best rooster a girl ever had
In my pride I tried hard not to boast
Then I came home one day, dinner was on the stove
From inside I still heard Old Red's cry
Old Red's goose was cooked, but still he sang on
As he flew to his sweet by and by....

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: MMario
Date: 12 Jul 01 - 09:00 AM

Brady and Phil - much applause, stamping of feet and laughter!

Thanks!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Lin in Kansas
Date: 12 Jul 01 - 12:32 AM

Oh Jeez....ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

SharonA, how cruel! Poor old Skinny Lloyd....

Bradypus, what have you done? Pray Neil never sees this thread; he'd insist on doing another album! (Aghhhhhhhhh)

Philibuster, "the chicken was tender"????? They ATE it??? Yetch!!!

I'm beginning to feel like the only way I'll ever cook chicken again is in very small bits! Gad, you guys are good.

Lin

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Amos
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 07:44 PM

Wow, wow, woooow!

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Philibuster
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 07:28 PM

To Cockles and Mussles.

In Auckland city,
Came a sound not so pretty,
We jumped from the table and ran from our home,
It was a dreadful sqawking,
And I started gawking,
"The bird in the oven's alive, all alive."

Chorus:
Alive, alive o!
Alive, alive o!
Crying: "The bird in the oven's alive, all alive."

It was pulled from the cooker,
Sure 'twas no looker,
That chicken had been butchered mightily fowl,
It still had it's neck on,
And yelled like an amazon,
"The bird in the oven's alive, all alive."

I lopped it's neck off,
My friend, she did scoff,
"I'll think twice now about eating your food."
But the chicken was tender,
And I promised to never,
"Leave the bird in the oven alive, all alive."

Alive, alive o!
Alive, alive o!
Crying: "I'll never leave it alive, alive o!."

line breaks & italics added by mudelf ;-)

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Bradypus
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 06:19 PM

To the tune of 'Song Sung Blue', by Neil Diamond ...

Swan Song Blue

Spoken Introduction

Swans sing before they die. 'T were no bad thing
Should certain people die before they sing
This may be true. But it is also said
That chickens sing the sweetest when they're dead.

Swan song blue
Every chicken knows one
Swan song blue
Even if you're frozen

Me and you, we never knew
The song you get from a hen
But when the heat is on, you hear that song
You want to hear it again
You want to hear it again

Swan song blue
Nothing could be finer
Swan song blue
Sing it in A Minor

Funny thing, the chicken sings
It from the depth of her heart
But if you're making love and hear that song
The sound will rip you apart
The sound will rip you apart

Swan song blue
Nothing like you're used to
Swan song blue
From a headless rooster

It's absurd, to think a bird
That cackles all the day long
When it's lost its head, or when it's dead
It sings the sweetest of songs
It sings the sweetest of songs

Swan song blue
Piercing, sad and lonesome
Swan song blue
Every chicken knows one

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: MMario
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 09:10 AM

Sharon - you have a sick,twisted, and demented mind. I really have to admire that in a person.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: SharonA
Date: 11 Jul 01 - 08:50 AM

Hmmm... Supposing Kay Martin were in her early 70's (depends on how long New Zealand keeps its secretaries on the payroll)... Then she would've been a young, impressionable teenager when Lloyd Olsen of "Song Challenge! - part 22" was touring with Mike the headless rooster... What if they'd met?... and fallen in love? Find out as we go back, back through the mists of time to hear the tale of


SKINNY LLOYD THE FARMER
(Tune: "Sweeney Todd the Barber" credited to R.P. Weston)

In Fruita, Colorado state,
When old FDR was "late"
There lived a man whose fame was great:
'Twas Skinny Lloyd the Farmer.

One visit there and you'd go no more.
You'd see his rooster walk
Then stumble, fall, flop to the floor
And hear its headless neck squawking, singing

"Skinny Lloyd the Farmer, my body he kept alive today."
Skinny Lloyd the Farmer, "I'll lop his head off," he once would say.
His rooster to the block would go
But he had no fear of the farmer's blow.
"Dead hens can talk and a headless cock crow"
Said Skinny Lloyd the Farmer.

Down under, near old Oz, it's true,
Where Lloyd took his rooster to,
There lived a young soprano who
Loved Skinny Lloyd the Farmer.

Kay laid her singing tracks on LP's;
Her hits sold like wildfire,
Chock full of meaty harmonies
For she was getting her choir from mister

Skinny Lloyd the Farmer, by God he could make those chickens play.
Skinny Lloyd the Farmer, "I'll lop their heads off," he once would say
And many a poor prize hen had
Her skull pared only for the fad
Of a beakless voice, 'cause Kay was so mad
For Skinny Lloyd the Farmer.

It was near dinnertime in young Kay Martin's home
And the chickens lay flat in a line
In a range over which they would never roam
And her sweetheart made sure they would whine.

The mikes were set up by the closed oven door
To record ev'ry cackle and wheeze.
Sound equipment was strewn over counter and floor
And the engineer said, "Quiet, please."

Well, in came the rooster with old Skinny Lloyd
Just to listen to Kay's latest cooin'.
Kay was quite overjoyed though his presence annoyed
The technician whose work he might ruin.

Well, the engineer sat with his mouthful of gum
Saying, " 'I'll Squawk Alone' – take 14."
Lovely Kay, by the icebox, was starting to hum
With the chickens beginning to keen

But what rotten luck: as they started to cluck,
Mike the headless cock started to strut
And attempted to crow. Then the sound man, named Chuck,
Yelled out Skinny Lloyd's fav'rite word: "Cut!"

Yes, Chuck ran to the rooster and shouted out, "Cut!
"Get a mike on old Mike right away!"
He recorded the bantam and backup hens, but
He completely forgot about Kay.

But up came our Lloyd to console the poor dear
As she watched her career and her food burn.
"I will never forgive you for bringing Mike here,"
Kay condemned, and Lloyd's true love she would spurn.

And there with the giblets Lloyd hangs in his barn,
And they do say a headless cock's crow
Made a number-one song, but Lloyd can't give a darn
And Mike sang as Lloyd swang to and fro:

"Skinny Lloyd the Farmer, by God you could make those chickens play.
Skinny Lloyd the Farmer, I'll make no songs with you past today."
And old chicks call him from their grave
Clucking, "Hang, but Skinny, be sure to save
Your voice for croonin', 'cause hell's sure to rave
'Bout Skinny Lloyd the Farmer!"

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: SharonA
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 06:05 PM

Or Tippi Hedrin (did I spell that right?).

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 05:36 PM

Ghost Chickens... very cool. I read it cause someone put a link to it from this thread! If anyone is haunted by birds, its the Colonel.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: MMario
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 03:51 PM

fondly

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Charley Noble
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 03:46 PM

I hope someone remembers "Ghost Chickens in the Sky."

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: SharonA
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 03:43 PM

"...I fall to pieces
When they do what they normally do..... throw feces"

Hee hee hee.... If Patsy Cline wasn't rolling in her grave after the last Challenge!, she sure is now!

SharonA

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 03:03 PM

Poetic interlude

Barbary apes in the strangest of places.
livin in France, trained to attack faces
One thing I'm sure of, explicitly
I'd go bananas if one attacked me.

Monkeys are funny it is plain to see
And we're related Darwinically
And it cracks me up, yes, I fall to pieces
When they do what they normally do..... throw feces

Civets and monkeys both difficult pets,
Hard to look after, murder on Vets!
One makes the pellets, the other one throws.
Stranger way to get coffee, nobody knows!

Urban Ape

Any elf who can, please delete previous.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 02:47 PM

Poetic interlude

Barbary apes in the strangest of places. livin in France, trained to attack faces One thing I'm sure of, explicitly I'd go bananas if one attacked me.

Urban Ape

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: SharonA
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 01:48 PM

Bravo, multi-Challengial RobDale!!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: MMario
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 01:42 PM

very clever these traditional anglo/sinese

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: MMario
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 01:35 PM

I've seen you! Suspect we have about the same number of decades of self-flaggellation.

I wish I was being (totaly) facetious - but I do often have a lot of self-doubt - one reason I like the 'cat. I get a lot of support here.

and I did mention the rule book, didn't i?

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 01:32 PM

My most humble contribution. please not where you see () the contents are not to be included in the song lyric. I haven't really written the melody. but think of traditional English folk music performed with traditional Chinese instruments. Or Vice versa.

Food for Thought (Chickens and the Creative Process) by Ed I. Son copyright 2001 Rob Dale

Mrs. Watt put Violet (8) in the pot
Steam set the chicken to a-squawkin'
Said Mister Watt to Mrs. Watt
Baby! Now! you're talkin'
I really think this thing you got
Will sound throughout the nation
A whistle for my engine (this half of the line sung really fast and steam enginey) will fill the slot
This squawk's the inspiration

Said an old Chinese, I ask you please
To send us some protection
The locust disease is on the breeze
So send us a selection
Of Ducks and Chickens (42) and maybe geese
The swarm needs a correction

No word to the Emperor said
No palms to grease. You see.
But Mike (the rooster 22) runnin round without his head
Inspired bureaucracy
So next time in a Queue you tread
or hear a whistle scree!
Remember, chickens once thought dead
Inspire continuously

I am not unhappy with this but I do regret not being able to work in the French Attack Monkeys!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: SharonA
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 12:52 PM

"I often feel the same way...about...not being worthy. " Et tu, MMario? I hope you and RobDale are being facetious, because you both (and, in fact, all here) are more than worthy.

However, if your intent is to compete with me in the self-flagellation department, I've gotta warn you that I've had decades of experience at it (and no, I ain't tellin' you how many!)!

SharonA

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: MMario
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 12:03 PM

Rob -- I often feel the same way - both about the compulsion to enter something and not being worthy. However, I believe there is a section in the official rulebook that insists that all are worthy and self-depreciation is not allowed. I just can't find a thing in that rule book since it expanded into 6 volumes.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: SharonA
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 11:43 AM

Oops! Typo: shoulda said "...inspiring me BY crankin' out your own awesome material!!!" (sorry) (oops, there I go being apologetic again; sorry) (oops, there I go...)

SharonA

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: SharonA
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 11:39 AM

"The flow [of] ideas must not be restricted. " Amen to that, RobDale!

Thanks, guys, for all the compliments. You Mudcatters are among the few who seem to appreciate my sense of humor (guess it's a bit obtuse – or maybe wicked – for most folks). But I wouldn't be crankin' these parodies out if you weren't inspiring me be crankin' out your own awesome material! I don't see it as a compulsion to compete (except against myself to improve), but an IMpulsion to create, spurred by the creativity happening around me! Thanks to you all for egging me on!

SharonA

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 11:07 AM

SharonA, Again I am awed! I feel compelled to try to compete. I know I am not worthy but the flow ideas must not be restricted.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Amos
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 09:31 AM

You go, lady Sharon!! A reg'lar powerhouse.

(hums)With yer 'ead TOOKED underneath yer wing, at the diiiiiner HOUR!!

Exit, stage right, pursued by a Dog named Bear....

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: MMario
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 08:55 AM

Sharon, you are dangerous!

*strolls off singing*

"With your head tucked underneath your wing
You squawk with all your power
With your head tucked underneath your wing
At the dinner hour
"

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: SharonA
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 08:26 AM

Áine's "Double Dawg Dare" has been doggin' me, since in my last song I included a past Challenge! that was NOT one of the three she dared us to use... Soooooo here's one with part 22 in it

(pronunciation guide: CO = "see-oh")!


GRAND OL' HEN
(Tune: "Anne Boleyn" by R.L. Weston and Bert Lee)

In the oven in Auckland, steam is thick;
The ghastly Grand Ol' Hen squawks, they do say.
The Grand Ol' Hen was once Kay Martin's chick
Until she hacked the neck that speaks today.
Oh yes, she did wring it hours ago
And it talks back in fright to tell her so

With its head tucked underneath its wing
It squawks with all its power
With its head tucked underneath its wing
At the dinner hour.

It calls to haunt Kay Martin, It screams, giving her the bird.
Gadzooks, it's crowing to tell her off for filling it, she's heard.
And just in case the chicken doesn't get the final word,
It has its head tucked underneath its wing.

Off in Fruita, CO, there is a spread
Where Mike, the bantam rooster, loudly crew.
The farmer's carving knife once cut its head
When up came Mike, alive, to spoil the stew.
It fluffed its tail up with a gurgling "gloop."
Lloyd Olsen cried, "You won't go in my soup

"With your head tucked underneath your wing
You squawk with all your power
With your head tucked underneath your wing
At the dinner hour."

Mike toured the endless towns and states; for months the cock lived on.
It often tried to peck, poor thing, although its beak was gone.
T'was awfully, awfully awkward for the bird to sire spawn
With its head tucked underneath its wing.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Amos
Date: 10 Jul 01 - 01:41 AM

Heavens spare me from a Pouting Goddess with a Razor in Her hand!!! Oh, TGG, thou art Higher than All Chopped Liver!!!....how's that?

MM -- you may have the lyrics if you wish!!! Pax to us all, lest the Green Froth sweep down upon us like a Lime Fizzy on the fold!!!

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: MMario
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 11:00 PM

hmmmmm - my previous post is missing - so I must repeats meself...

amos - no fair(e) withdrawing improved lyrics!

an' if we don't end this amicably - who KNOWS what TGG will get up to in her current "bobbit" mood!!!!!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Lin in Kansas
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 10:45 PM

Sigh...there goes another box of Kleenex to wipe the screen, the keyboard, my chin, my nose, my chest...oh well, what's one more coffee stain on THIS T-shirt?

(Loreena Bobbit, indeed!)

And Amos, I gotta side with MMario on the chick-EN thang, although how the heck he got a Texas accent way up there where HE lives is beyond me.

Derrymacash, I am impressed--I think the only bird you missed was the emu! Well done!

SharonA, RobDale, Alex--your imaginations and creative use of thesaurusi (thesauruses??) boggles me--wunnaful, wunnaful!

Lin

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: GUEST,RobDale
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 07:50 PM

Áine,

Thow art as good as all! Better than most!

Robinus Dalius

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Áine
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 07:38 PM

So what am I? Chopped liver?

-- The Keeper of the Book (pouting...)

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Amos
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 07:05 PM

Oh, MM, I withdraw my noisy demand -- do as Thou Wilt, for Thou Art all that is good!

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: GUEST,RobDale
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 06:44 PM

Well done yourself Alex. I like the first chicken point of view.

SharonA that was awesome, one surprize after another!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: mousethief
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 05:08 PM

Well done, RobDale!

Alex

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: Áine
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 05:01 PM

Ooohhhh, mousethief - I love a good mystery! Here's your Silver B.L.O.B. for:

The plot was as thick as Chekov:
She forgot to cut my neck off
In that old roasting pan back home
So even though I was quite dead,
Sounds were comin' outta my head
In that old roasting pan back home

And RobDale, a song that definitely warms the cockles of the Cajun side of my heart! Here's your Silver B.L.O.B. for a chorus that just says it all:

'Mmm Hmmm Bucka Bucka Buck buck ah ah
Bucka Bucka ah ah Kaw
Mucho Coc au Vin avec moi,
Poulet squawking in the fire,
Voulez-vous manger poulet avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous manger avec moi?

Such appetizing 'entrees' -- where's my frying pan?? ;-)

-- Áine (who's just all a flutter)

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: GUEST,RobDale
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 03:04 PM

Lady Marinade by Le Fool

Hey Sister poultry, The Poutlry, Le poulet, Le poulet (x2)

She made Coc Au Vin down in Old New Zealand,
Stirring her sauce on the stove,
She said ' Don't talk!,
Do you hear that Sqauwk?

'Mmm Hmmm Bucka Bucka Buck buck ah ah
Bucka Bucka ah ah Kaw
Mucho Coc au Vin avec moi,
Poulet squawking in the fire,
Voulez-vous manger poulet avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous manger avec moi?

Cut off it's head and it didn't squawk
Crazy voodoo chicken came back again
Oh as that sound went on she started to freak

'Mmm Hmmm Bucka Bucka Buck buck ah ah
Bucka Bucka ah ah Kaw
Mucho Coc au Vin avec moi,
Poulet squawking in the fire,
Voulez-vous manger poulet avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous manger avec moi?

Seeing the skin all basted and black
Colour of cafe luwak
Made the savage beast inside
Roaring till it cried More, More, More

Now She's at home cooking rack of lamb
Braising as well as she can
But when she turns the gas
Quiet as she can
She appreciates the silence of the lamb

'Mmm Hmmm Bucka Bucka Buck buck ah ah
Bucka Bucka ah ah Kaw
Mucho Coc au Vin avec moi,
Poulet squawking in the fire,
Voulez-vous manger poulet avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous manger avec moi?

Creepy lady Marinade ........

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: SharonA
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 03:00 PM

*screaming laugh!* Chekov – neck off! Larynx – scarynx!! Oh, that's priceless!!!!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: mousethief
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 02:41 PM

Thanks, MM!

Alex

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: MMario
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 02:36 PM

That's a good one, alex.

y'now, I was just thinking though. If I recall correctly from bio lab, the larynx of a chicken works on the inhale not the exhale which would make this whole thing an urban legend.

But it's a good'un

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 59
From: mousethief
Date: 09 Jul 01 - 02:24 PM

In that old chicken farm back home
tune: In them old cotton fields back home

When I was an egg so blessed,
My momma would sit on me in her nest
In that old chicken farm back home
It was down in old New Zealan'
When I hatched out, shell a-peelin'
In that old chicken farm back home

Oh then that chicken farm sold this chicken
And the plot began to thicken
In that old chicken farm back home
It was down in old New Zealan'
When I hatched out, shell a-peelin'
In that old chicken farm back home

The plot was as thick as Chekov:
She forgot to cut my neck off
In that old roasting pan back home
So even though I was quite dead,
Sounds were comin' outta my head
In that old roasting pan back home

Oh when the air goes through your larynx
You make noises very scarynx
In that old roasting pan back home
It was in Kay Martin's oven
I made noises most unlovin'
In that old roasting pan back home

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