Lyr Req: Real Nice Clambake (Rodgers, Hammerstein)

Subject: Lyr Req: And we all had a pretty good time
From: Rara Avis
Date: 08 Aug 05 - 10:48 AM

Does this sound familiar?

And we all had a pretty good time
And we all had a pretty good time.

They're the last two lines of the chorus or maybe they are the chorus. I remember my mum singing it to me in the mid 1950s. I believe the song was about some people coming home from an outing and singing while they bounced along in a charabanc. Oh, and it may not be folk so apologies if I'm in the wrong forum.

Kind regards.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: And we all had a pretty good time
From: GUEST,Tinker in Chicago
Date: 08 Aug 05 - 01:31 PM

Best I can think of is a song from the Broadway musical "Carousel" in which the chorus sings at the end of a clambake, "It was a real nice clambake / and we all had a real good time." Does that help?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: And we all had a pretty good time
From: Rara Avis
Date: 08 Aug 05 - 02:50 PM

My mum wasn't a show tune kind of gal BUT I'll have a listen to Carousel (can't remember most of the music). Thanks!

Subject: Lyr Add: REAL NICE CLAMBAKE (Rodgers, Hammerstein)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 09 Aug 05 - 07:09 PM

The song Tinker was referring to is A REAL NICE CLAMBAKE from the musical "Carousel" by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II, first produced in 1945. There are numerous recordings.

Lyrics copied from http://www.soundtracklyrics.net/song-lyrics/carousel/real-nice-clambake.htm :

ALL (CHORUS): This was a real nice clambake,
We're mighty glad we came.
The vittles we et
Were good, you bet,
The company was the same.
Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full,
And we are feeling prime.
This was a real nice clambake,
And we all had a real good time.

NETTIE: Fust come codfish chowder
Cooked in iron kettles,
Onions floating on the top,
Curlin' up in petals.
JULIE: Throw'd in ribbons of salted pork,
MEN: An old New England trick.
JULIE: And lapped it all up with a clamshell,
Tied onto a bayberry stick.

ALL: (REPEAT CHORUS)

ENOCH: Remember when we raked them red hot lobsters
Out of the driftwood fire?
They sizzled and crackled and sputtered a song
Fittin' for an angels' choir.

GIRLS: Fittin' for an angels',
Fittin' for an angels',
Fittin' for an angels' choir.

NETTIE: We slit 'em down the back and peppered 'em good,
And doused 'em in melted butter.
CARRIE: Then we tore away the claws and cracked 'em with our teeth
Cuz we weren't in the mood to putter.

GIRLS: Fittin' for an angels',
Fittin' for an angels',
Fittin' for an angels' choir.

A GUY: Then at last come the clams.
GUYS: Steamed under rockweed and poppin' from their shells.
ALL: Just how many of 'em galloped down our gullets,
We couldn't say ourselves, oh,

ALL: (REPEAT CHORUS)