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06 Dec 02 - 10:26 PM (#842786) Subject: Lyr Req: If You Don't Bring Home the Bacon From: Warsaw Ed Anyone with the lyrics [and/or MIDI and/or score] for "If you don't bring home the bacon You get treated like a pig" Sean O'Neil Band - Songs of Wit and Wisdom? Ed |
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06 Dec 02 - 10:56 PM (#842801) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: If You Don't Bring Home the Bacon From: GUEST,Homer Simpson Mmmmmm, Bacon... |
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06 Dec 02 - 11:03 PM (#842805) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: If You Don't Bring Home the Bacon From: GUEST,Kevin Bacon Don't I know you? |
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07 Dec 02 - 06:06 PM (#843221) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: If You Don't Bring Home the Bacon From: Warsaw Ed Kevin Bacon - your name doesn't ring a bell - give me a clue - Ed |
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11 Dec 02 - 10:57 PM (#845734) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: If You Don't Bring Home the Bacon From: Jim Dixon Here's an ad for Sean O'Neil's cassette, Irish Songs of Wit & Wisdom, containing the song "If You Don't Bring Home the Bacon, You'll Get Treated like a Pig". |
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01 Feb 19 - 11:35 AM (#3974394) Subject: Lyr Add: BRINGIN' HOME THE BACON From: Jim Dixon Not the song that was requested (but stay tuned!). Lyrics below are from the sheet music at York University. The Internet Archive has recordings by Vernon Dalhart and by The Virginians—both from 1924. BRINGIN' HOME THE BACON Words and music by Frank Bannister, Lew Colwell, Van & Schenk, ©1924. 1. Take a look at me; take a look at me. I’m another self-made man, Make a lot of dough; now I want to go back home. I’ve had my lesson when it comes to runnin’ wild. Hereafter I’m confessin’ I’ll be mama’s angel child. CHORUS 1: I’m bringin’ home the bacon to a mama down in Macon. She’s waited patiently for me. You ask me why I’m shakin’. I’m excited ‘cause I’m takin’ The five-fifteen back where I long to be. I’ve been up and down, down and up; now I’ve got success, So the thing to do, even you are smart enough to guess: I’m bringin’ home the bacon; gonna give instead of takin’. That’s makin’ bacon rake in happiness. 2. Far away Broadway, far away Broadway, There’s a land of happiness. Like a wise old fox, I will take my rocks along. No gleaming white light’s gonna blind me from the fact. Discretion means possession, so I’ll use a little tact. CHORUS 2: I’m bringin’ home the bacon to a mama down in Macon. Believe you me when I declare I’m passin’ up temptation, gonna buy my transportation To Georgia ‘cause my heart is ever there. I’m a rollin’ stone now and then, but I must confess, When she wrote to me, “Boy, come home.” You bet I answered “Yes.” I’m bringin’ home the bacon; gonna give instead of takin’. That’s makin’ bacon rake in happiness. CHORUS 3: I’m bringin’ home the bacon to a mama down in Macon. She’s been a sticker through and through. Just hear me when I stutter: her biscuits spread with butter Would make a doggone glutton out of you. Pretty seal-skin Browns, steppin’ hounds, get you in a mess. Lot of fancy clothes, dominoes (ah ha!), they get you less. I’m bringin’ home the bacon; gonna give instead of takin’. That’s makin’ bacon rake in happiness. - - - Spotify also has recordings by: Billy Jones, 1924 The Georgians with B. Seeley, 1924 The Hoosier Hot Shots, ca. 1945 Rex Allen, 1953 |
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01 Feb 19 - 12:08 PM (#3974402) Subject: Lyr Add: IF YOU DON'T BRING HOME THE BACON From: Jim Dixon My transcription from Spotify: IF YOU DON’T BRING HOME THE BACON As recorded by Sea´n O'Neill Band on “Irish Songs of Wit and Wisdom” (1994) CHORUS: If you don’t bring home the bacon, you get treated like a pig. She’ll moan and groan the whole night through Till you know just what to do. Don’t bring her milk and honey, ‘Cause all she wants is money. If you don’t bring home the bacon, you get treated like a pig. 1. I worked my fingers till they’re sore And still she’s cryin’ out for more. I’ve even sold my long black limousine. I work so hard to pay the rent. Before it’s earned she has it spent. Lord knows that it don’t grow on trees. She’s got me on my knees. CHORUS 2. I said: “I need a holiday.” She looked at me and said: “No way. Get back to work; you know I need the dough.” But I said: “That’s it; I’ve had enough. See how you like it when it’s rough, ‘Cause from now on, babe, you’re on your own.” CHORUS * * * Also recorded by Danny Doran on “Bringing Home the Bacon,” 2002. |
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01 Feb 19 - 12:53 PM (#3974405) Subject: Lyr Add: WE DON'T WANT THE BACON (WHAT WE WANT...) From: Jim Dixon A WW1 song: Lyrics below are from the sheet music at the University of Maine. At the Internet Archive, you can hear a recording by the Peerless Quartet. WE DON’T WANT THE BACON (WHAT WE WANT IS A PIECE OF THE RHINE!) Words and music by “Kid” Howard Carr, Harry Russell, and Jimmie Havens, ©1918. 1. If you have read your hist’ry, then you’re bound to know That we have always held our own with any foe. We’ve always brought the bacon home, no matter what they’ve done, But we don’t want the bacon now; we’re out to get the Hun. CHORUS: We don’t want the bacon; we don’t want the bacon. What we want is a piece of the Rhine. We’ll crown Bill the Kaiser with a bottle of Budweiser.* We’ll have a wonderful time. Old Wilhelm the Gross will shout “Was ist los?” When we hit that Hindenberg line. (shout:) FINE! We don’t want the bacon; we don’t want the bacon. What we want is a piece of the Rhine. 2. When first this war began, they said we had no chance. They couldn’t figure how we’d get our men to France, But they will soon discover Uncle Sam is out to win. We’ve got the Fritzies on the run; we’re headed for Berlin. CHORUS - - - * The Peerless Quartet sings: “We’ll hit Bill the Kaiser on the head and make him wiser.” |