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Subject: Lyr Req: Ruth Wallis
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 17 Nov 02 - 01:42 PM

A friend of mine had an LP [remember vinyl?] of this lady, and very funny and risque [how do you do accents?] Never ever heard of her again.
Info please

Giok


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ruth Wallis
From: khandu
Date: 17 Nov 02 - 01:47 PM

A bunch of links on a Google search!

khandu


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ruth Wallis
From: Joe Offer
Date: 17 Nov 02 - 06:05 PM

Messages from multiple threads combined. Messages below are from a new thread.
-Joe Offer-


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Subject: Lyr Req: Ruth Wallis Songs
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 10 Jul 04 - 09:50 PM

The Search doesn't seem to be working for me.

I am looking for words (tunes/chords would be helpful too) for Ruth Wallis Songs. I think this is most of them.

Johnny Had a Yoyo
Long Playing Daddy
Your Daddy Was a Soldier
Oil Man from Texas
(Too Many) Men in My Life
Fishing Song
Senorita Whats Her Name
Pull Down the Shade Marie
It's a Scream How Levine Does the Rhumba
Jose Lives the Life of Reilly
Down In the Indies
Have a Baby
Teacher, What's a Shmoe
Evolution
I Can't Wed You
The Dinghy Song
Tonight You Sleep In the Bathtub
Dear Mr. Godfrey
Say Hello To Joe
Like Papa and Me
Kiss-a-Me-Slow
The Pharoah's Daughter-in-law
Dear Liberace
Soda Jerk
Eleanor
Gimme (What You Promise Me
Sweater Girl
The Pistol Song
The Admirals Daughter00
Tonight For Sure
(It's Been a) Long Long Time
Jamaica Rum2003
Down in Montivideo
Chile Was Hot (But Willie Was Not
The Love Samba
Ubangi
The Bells Song
Remember
Pleasant, Present Pastime002
Bella Bella
Friendship
4-F Papa
New YoYo Song007
Stay Out of My Pantry
The Cowboy Song
Gold Mine
The Fishing Pole Song
My Old Soldier (Isn't Fading Away
The Hawaiian Lei Song
Vacation Song
Large Size Mama (Small Size Papa
If I Had Said Yes
She Never Gets Got
Confidential Kitty
The Pop-up Song
Education
Down in the Bahamas
Drill 'Em All
Queer Things (Are Happening)
Psycho Mambo
This Old House [words for this song are available - words needed only if Ruth did a different version]


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ruth Wallis Songs
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 11 Jul 04 - 03:03 AM

Another lady who sang similar theme songs of the period was Ruby Warren.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ruth Wallis Songs
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 11 Jul 04 - 04:25 AM

There is a CD available called Ruth Wallis' Greatest Hits which contains a few of the songs you mention. I got it on line from the US, I think through Amazon, but a GOOGLE will find it. The number of the CD is WO9801

Giok


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ruth Wallis Songs
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 11 Jul 04 - 07:59 AM

I know of this CD, thanks.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ruth Wallis Songs
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 15 Jul 04 - 12:03 AM

Wasn't that Rusty (not Ruby) Warren?

FREDDY THE FISHERMAN'S SON in the DT seems to be the only Ruth Wallis song we have. (At least, the only one with her name on it.) A few others have been requested but not supplied.

Here's a 5-page article in .pdf format called Ruth Wallis: Return of the Saucy Chanteuse.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ruth Wallis Songs
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 07 Apr 10 - 12:30 AM

It's time for a return... :-)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ruth Wallis Songs
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 07 Apr 10 - 02:14 AM

Since I wrote that last message in July, 2004, a few Wallis songs have been added:

LONG-PLAYING DADDY

THE DINGHY SONG

DAVY'S DINGHY


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Subject: Lyr Add: MY OLD SOLDIER (Ruth Wallis)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 27 Feb 17 - 11:25 PM

My transcription from the recording at YouTube:


MY OLD SOLDIER
As recorded by Ruth Wallis, 1953.

I fell in love with a soldier,
And the uniform that he wore.
Yes, I fell in love with with a soldier,
From the Spanish-American war.

I married a man of eighty years.
He's makin' our love-life a career.
My old soldier always tries; he isn't fading away.

I said yes at his persuasion.
I never thought he'd rise to the occasion,
But my old soldier always tries until the break of day.

He's got a lot of money; I thought he'd leave it all to me,
But at the rate we're goin', I won't live as long as he.

When we wed, he looked so frail,
But now it's all a brand-new tale.
My old soldier always tries; he isn't fading away.

He's eighty years old but he's still naughty.
He's more trouble than two of forty.
He says he must get exercise; he always wants to play.

We took a cruise, just he and me.
I never got to see the sea.
I've often tried to analyze why he doesn't fade away.

He used to use a wheelchair; he was so weak you see,
But now he swings from a chandelier and the chair he's savin' for me.

And while I'm takin' such a beatin',
I hear rumors he's also cheatin'.
Oh, where does he get the strength? He'll never fade away.

He reminds me of my old homestead; his rooftop is covered with snow.
His whole frame squeaks and the plumbing leaks, but there's still a fire below.

He used to have a million ills.
Now I'm takin' all of his old pills.
My old soldier is a prize; he'll never fade away.

He's got some old ammunition
That he saved from years gone by,
But he says it's in good condition
Because he kept his powder dry.

He drives me bananas with his demands.
With such monkeyshines, I need monkey glands.
My old soldier never closes his eyes and it's me who is fading away.


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Subject: Lyr Add: QUEER THINGS (Ruth Wallis)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 28 Feb 17 - 02:47 PM

My transcription from the video at YouTube:


QUEER THINGS
As recorded by Ruth Wallis

We got married in the spring.
To prove it, here's my weddin' ring.
I always think of my blushing groom
Whenever I see the pansies bloom.
Oh, no! Say it cannot be!
Queer things are happening to me.

A groom should bring his bride some joy.
A boy's supposed to be a boy.
I told him about the birds and bees,
But he still wears those pink chemise [sic].
Oh, no! Say it cannot be!
Queer things are happening to me.

His hair is curly as can be.
He uses curlers just like me.
When I find lipstick on his tie,
He says there's no other woman, so it must be a guy.
Oh, no! Quelle tragédie!
Queer things are happening to me.

He's so big and he's so strong,
I can't figure out where he went wrong.
Must 'a' got caught right in between;
His name is Chris; it ought to be Christine.
Oh, no! Say it cannot be!
Queer things are happening to me.

He's never been to gay Paree,
But he is gay as he can be.
His friends are sweet; they're the queerest band.
They're turnin' my home into a fairyland.
Oh, no! Oh, what a tragedy!
Queer things are happening to me.

We went one one night to a masquerade,
And I dressed up like a parlor maid.
Ev'ryone knew it was me right away,
But no one knew he was the queen of the may.
Oh, no! Woodman, spare that tree!
Queer things are happening to me.

Whenever we go out to dine,
I buy him pheasant and apricot wine;
But he says no; what can I do?
He doesn't want to try anything that's new.
Oh, no, marrón! say it cannot be!
Queer things are happening to me.

While I was walkin' down the aisle,
His friends all stood around and smiled.
I found out why and it hurts my pride:
They knew he liked the best man better than the bride.
Oh, no! No, it cannot be!
Queer things are happening to me.

We have decided it cannot be;
I'm not for him and he's not for me.
He can do what he wants and I'll do what I can,
But the both of us have got to get a man.


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Subject: Lyr Add: PIZZA (Ruth Wallis)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Mar 17 - 08:05 PM

PIZZA
As recorded by Ruth Wallis

[1] I marry a nice-a handsome fella.
He don't care much for mozzarella.
He likes a little pizza ev'ry night.
He don't care for parmigian' or spaghetti,
Just want-a me to be always ready,
Give him a little pizza ev'ry night.
He give me a little kiss and then he hug-a me once or twice.
I give him a little pizza and he hollers: "'At's-a nice!"
My mama she always talk to me:
"A wife must always say: 'Si! Si!'
When her husband wants some pizza ev'ry night."

[PATTER] Look on-a me; I'm a mess, no?
I'm-a got-a no time to go to no beauty parlor.
I'm-a busy-busy-busy.
Got-a eight-a kids; just-a plain careless.

[2] I keep hollering: "Marrone!
Don't you want-a some macaron'?"
But no; he wants some pizza ev'ry night.
He say: "If you are too tired, signora,
I get it outside from my friend Leonora."
I got to give him pizza ev'ry night.
Not too fancy, not too plain, he makes it very clear:
"Just-a like you give-a to me before we got married, dear."
No mush-a-room, no pepperoni,
Just a good plain pizza, no baloney.
Got to give him pizza ev'ry night.

[PATTER] Hey, goombah! How you like-a me so far, eh?
You think I'm-a nuts, eh?
Don't-a be crazy; I'm-a no nuts,
But I'm-a married to some kind o' nuts-a.

[3] You got to be good, you got to be strong
To keep on a-cookin' all night long
When your husband wants a pizza ev'ry night.
He say to me: "Long as you got your youth,
A hair on your head, in your mouth a tooth,
You got to give me pizza ev'ry night."
I got to keep-a wide awake and keep-a my oven hot.
If I fall asleep he puts it in himself; thanks a lot!
So I give him pizza and lots o' vino.
'At's-a why we got so many bambino.
I just keep cooking ev'ry night.

[TAG] He act just like a Latin stallion,
And you know what? He ain't even Italian,
But mamma mia! He loves that pizza ev'ry night!
Arrivederci!


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Subject: Lyr Add: DRILL 'EM ALL (Ruth Wallis)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 02 Mar 17 - 11:15 PM

DRILL 'EM ALL
As recorded by Ruth Wallis.

He's got the biggest rig in Texas and the girlies think he's swell.
They always want him to show them the way he sinks a well.
So he's got himself a motto; ev'ry night you'll hear him yell:
"Drill 'em all, big and small; drill 'em all."

Now in this virgin land he'll find that he don't care how deep he goes.
He sneaks right up behind it; that's the only way he knows.
He just gets out his rig and then he digs in with his toes.
Drill 'em all, big and small; drill 'em all.

He gets that certain feelin'
When he finds the proper spot.
It's a certain kind of feelin'
All the real oil men have got.

When he walks into a nightclub all the chorines start to sigh.
They know oil is where you find it and they would like to try;
And some of them wind up with little gushers by and by.
Drill 'em all, big and small; drill 'em all.

Now once he met a spinster maiden way down in Santa Fe.
Her field had been neglected for many a night and day.
He knew there was no oil there but he drilled it anyway.
Drill 'em all, big and small; drill 'em all.

The fat girl in the circus once asked him into her tent.
She told him she had acres and his time would be well spent.
It took so long exploring that he had to pay her rent.
Drill 'em all, big and small; drill 'em all.

Then he met a shapely widow,
And she wanted him to drill.
Good thing somebody whispered:
That's what killed her husband Bill.

He's got a great big business and his taxes are immense,
But when it comes to payin' him, the government's on the fence.
They can't locate his assets and it doesn't make much sense.
Drill 'em all, big and small; drill 'em all.

Oh, he's a real true Texan; ev'ry night you'll hear him say
That ev'rything is bigger and better Texas way,
And he'll be out to prove it till his rig just rots away.
Drill 'em all, big and small; drill 'em all.


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Subject: Lyr Add: BOOBS (Ruth Wallis)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 08 Mar 17 - 12:21 PM

BOOBS
As recorded by Ruth Wallis.
(Lines in parentheses are spoken, not sung, while the music pauses.)

You gotta have boobs
If you want to impress tycoons and rubes.
You need boobs to fill out a sweater.
You need two, but three might be better.
(That's one in the back for dancing.)

You gotta be stacked.
Hey, you gotta be grouped, individually packed.
For with boobs you can start a romance off,
Make a man stand right up and take his hat off.
(I know it doesn't rhyme, duckie, but it does keep me legitimate.)
To make a pull for the earth and mother,
Even a cow has to show her udders.
You gotta have boobs—
B. O. O. B. S.

Some push 'em up; some stick 'em up out,
And some keep 'em flappin' in the breeze.
Some tie them down, because if they don't,
They would hang to their knees,
Just to tease.

You gotta have boobies
If you want men to offer diamonds and rubies.
Why, even a tennis player would knock his balls out
(Over the net)
For a chick who fills each cup until it falls out.
Big small or medium or oversized,
They've all got that flavor, and it's homogenized.
You gotta have boobs—
B. O. O. B. S.

Now some have enough, and some have too much,
And some like me could stand a whole lot more.
Some are like watermelons, and some are like grapes,
And some are like knobs upon the door.
What's your score?

You've gotta be filled.
Two fried eggs will never grab him like grapefruits will
(And they're both breakfast foods);
But listen, girls: don't try to fool your lover.
Remember, he can go to Goodyear if he wants rubber.
Some men are leg men and some are behind men,
But if he's a boobs man, even a blind man'll find 'em.
You gotta have boobs.
B. O. O. B. S.

(Do you think it's easy to write songs like this? Lots of research!)

Just think if all the girls with boobies were fluoridation.
We could take the cavities out of the whole darn nation.
A nibble a day keeps the dentist away.
Alte kakers[1] like big knockers.
(This goes over great in Israel.)

You've gotta have boobs.
{So be kind to your flat-chested friend.
Tomorrow she may be bigger than you are.}[2]
{You start out with A-cup and wind up with E-cup.
Silicone's a girl's best friend.}[3]

[1 Alte kaker (Yiddish) – literally, "old shitter," equivalent to "old fart."
2 Tune for these 2 lines: "Stars and Stripes Forever."
3 Tune for these 2 lines: "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend."]


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