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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Bum, A Jolly Good Bum From: John MacKenzie Date: 07 Sep 12 - 03:05 PM On Again! On Again! Words & Music: Jake Thackray I love a good bum on a woman, it makes my day. To me it is palpable proof of God's existence, a posteriori. Also I love breasts and arms and ankles, elbows, knees; It's the tongue, the tongue, the tongue on a woman that spoils the job for me. Please understand I respect and admire the frailer sex And I honour them every bit as much as the next misogynist. But give some women the ghost of a chance to talk and thereupon They go on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on. I fell in love with a woman with wonderful thighs and hips And a sensational belly. I just never noticed her lips were always moving. Only when we got to the altar and she had to say "I do" And she folded her arms and gathered herself and took in a breath and I knew She could have gone on again, on again, on again till the entire Congregation passed out and the vicar passed on and the choirboys passed through puberty. At the reception I gloomily noted her family's jubilant mood, Their maniacal laughter and their ghastly gratitude. She talks to me when I go for a shave or a sleep or a swim. She talks to me on a Sunday when I go singing hymns and drinking heavily. When I go mending my chimney pot she's down there in the street, And at ninety-five on my motorbike she's on the pillion seat Wittering on again, on again, on and again and again. When I'm eating or drinking or reading or thinking or when I'm saying my rosary. She will never stop talking to me; she is one of those women who Will never use three or four words when a couple of thousand will easily do! She also talks without stopping to me in our bed of a night; Throughout the sweetest of our intimate delights she never gives over. Not even stopping while we go hammer and tongs towards the peak - Except maybe for a sigh and a groan and one perfunctory shriek. Then she goes on again, on again, on again on and I must Assume that she has never noticed that she's just been interrupted. Totally unruffled she is, and as far as I can see I might just as well have been posting a letter or stirring up the tea! She will not take a hint, not once she's made a start. I can yawn or belch or bleed or faint or fart - she'll not drop a syllable. I could stand in front of her grimly sharpening up an axe, I could sprinkle her with paraffin, and ask her for a match - She'd just go on again, on again, on again even more. The hind leg of a donkey is peanuts for her, she can bore the balls off a buffalo. "Mother of God," I cried one day, "Oh, let your kingdom come "And in the meantime, Mother, could you strike this bugger dumb?" Well, believe it or not, she appeared to me then and there: The Blessed Virgin herself, in answer to my prayer, despite the vulgarity, Shimmering softly, dressed in blue and holding up a hand. I cocked a pious ear as the Mother of God began. Well she went on again, on again, on again, on, and I Will have to state how very much I sympathise with the rest of the family. Give some women the ghost of a chance to talk and thereupon They go on again, on again, on again, on again, And again, and again, and again, and again They will go on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Bum, A Jolly Good Bum From: GUEST,999 Date: 07 Sep 12 - 11:35 AM JOLLY BUM SONG Recorded by David Turner Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be A bum gets up in the morning To get the morning breeze He washes his face in the frying pan Forgets to comb his hair A bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be Six o'clock in the morning Mrs. Murphy comes around With a piece of bread and butter That weighs a half a pound Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be The coffee's like tobacco juice The bread is hard and stale And that's the way they feed the bums In the Richmond County Jail Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be One day I met a man That I never met before He asked me if I wanted a job Shoveling iron ore Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be When I asked him what the wages were He said "Dollar and half a ton" Oh mister you can keep your job I'd rather be a bum Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be Three o'clock in the morning I looked upon the wall The bedbugs and the roaches Were having a game of ball Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be The score was six to nothing The roaches were ahead Till a bedbug hits a homerun And knocks me out of bed Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be ######################### From http://rolandanderson.se/bedbugs.php |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Bum, A Jolly Good Bum From: Jim Dixon Date: 27 Nov 11 - 06:44 PM This song is quoted in a memoir: Lifeletter by Howard Newhard (Xulon Press, 2008), page 13: Oh, a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum, a bum I long to be. To heck with the men who work all day while I sleep under the tree. A-sleeping in the icebox, tra-la-la-la-la, We shoot the birds and the butterflies, tra-la-la-la-la-la. I met a man the other day I never met before. He asked me if I wanted to work a-shovelin' iron ore. I asked him what his wages were – a dollar 'n' a half a ton. "Oh, mister, I don't wanna work; I'd rather be a bum." While walking a western tank line, one summer's cooling day And in an open boxcar a dying hobo lay. Beside him stood his partner with sad and dreary head, And listen to the last word the dying hobo said: "Oh, I'm going to a better land where everything is fine. Hams grow on the bushes and it's summer all the time. You don't have to work, not even change your socks, And little drops of whiskey come rolling off the rocks!" [Apparently 2 or more songs have been conflated here. The last 2 verses come from THE DYING HOBO a.k.a. THE LITTLE STREAM OF WHISKEY.] |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Bum, A Jolly Good Bum From: GUEST,999 Date: 09 Feb 10 - 09:18 PM JOLLY BUM SONG Recorded by David Turner Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be A bum gets up in the morning To get the morning breeze He washes his face in the frying pan Forgets to comb his hair A bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be Six o'clock in the morning Mrs. Murphy comes around With a piece of bread and butter That weighs a half a pound Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be The coffee's like tobacco juice The bread is hard and stale And that's the way they feed the bums In the Richmond County Jail Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be One day I met a man That I never met before He asked me if I wanted a job Shoveling iron ore Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be When I asked him what the wages were He said "Dollar and half a ton" Oh mister you can keep your job I'd rather be a bum Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be Three o'clock in the morning I looked upon the wall The bedbugs and the roaches Were having a game of ball Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be The score was six to nothing The roaches were ahead Till a bedbug hits a homerun And knocks me out of bed Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Bum, A Jolly Good Bum From: GUEST,999--Scout song Date: 09 Feb 10 - 08:42 PM Oh a bum, a bum a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be. A bum gets up in the morning To get the morning breeze. (CHORUS) He washes his face in the frying pan Forgets to comb his hair. A bum, a bum a jolly good bum A bum I wanna be. Six o'clock in the morning Mrs. Murphy comes around. With a piece of bread and butter That weighs a half a pound. The coffee's like tobacco juice. The bread is hard and stale. And that's the way they feed the bums In the Richmond County Jail. (Repeat Chorus) One day I met a man That I never met before. He asked me if I wanted a job Shoveling iron ore. When I asked him what the wages were He said "Dollar and half a ton." Oh mister you can keep your job I'd rather be a bum. (Repeat Chorus) Three o'clock in the morning I looked upon the wall. The bedbugs and the roaches Were having a game of ball. The score was six to nothing. The roaches were ahead. Till a bedbug hits a homerun And knocks me out of bed. (Repeat Chorus) |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Bum, A Jolly Good Bum From: Cluin Date: 15 Jan 03 - 10:35 AM I like Ashley Judd's myself. |
Subject: Thanks so much. From: GUEST,Cookie Date: 14 Jan 03 - 02:45 PM Thank you so much for your help. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Bum, A Jolly Good Bum From: Dave Bryant Date: 14 Jan 03 - 10:42 AM Sorry, I thought this was another thread about Ms Penelope Rutledge ! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Bum, A Jolly Good Bum From: Uncle_DaveO Date: 14 Jan 03 - 10:18 AM Compare that with The Great American Bum, found here: Great American Bum I have a lot of fun singing this, and audiences seem to love it. Dave Oesterreich |
Subject: Lyr Req: A Bum, A Jolly Good Bum From: GUEST,Cookie Date: 14 Jan 03 - 09:32 AM Anyone know the title and artist of this song? I was told it comes from an old Vaudeville routine and actually has 24 verses - one for each hour of the day. Thanks A bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I want to be A bum gets up in the morning To catch the early train He washes his face in the frying pan Forgets to comb his hair A bum, a bum, a jolly good bum A bum I want to be It's four o'clock in the morning And up upon the wall The bed bugs and the roaches Are having a game of ball The score is six to nothing The roaches were ahead The bed bugs hit a homer And knock me out of bed Chorus It's six o'clock in the morning And Miss Murphy comes around With a piece of bread and butter That weighs a half a pound The butter tastes like tomato juice The bread is six months stale It tastes just like the food you get At any county jail Chorus |
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