12 Jan 04 - 11:23 PM (#1091660) Subject: Lyr Add: HERNANDO'S HIDEAWAY (Adler & Ross) From: Jim Dixon Here's the original: HERNANDO'S HIDEAWAY (Richard Adler & Jerry Ross) I know a dark secluded place, A place where no one knows your face; A glass of wine, a fast embrace -- It's called Hernando's Hideaway. (Ole!) All you see are silhouettes, And all you hear are castanets, And no one cares how late it gets, Not at Hernando's Hideaway. (Ole!) At the golden finger bowl or anyplace you go, You will meet your Uncle Max and ev'ryone you know; But if you go to that spot that I am thinking of, You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love. Just knock three times and whisper low That you and I were sent by Joe, Then strike a match and you will know You're in Hernando's Hideaway. (Ole!) [From the Broadway musical "The Pajama Game." Recorded by Archie Bleyer, 1954.] |
12 Jan 04 - 11:24 PM (#1091661) Subject: Lyr Add: HERNANDO'S HIDEAWAY (from Homer & Jethro) From: Jim Dixon Now the parody: Lyrics transcribed from the sound file at http://www.geocities.com/u2page5/ HERNANDO'S HIDEAWAY (As sung by Homer & Jethro) I know a dark and gloomy spot. It's nineteen miles from Possum Trot. It's upstairs over a vacant lot. It's called Hernando's Hideaway. Olé! They used to have six candles tall A-burnin' brightly in the hall, Till Liberace stole them all Away. Hernando's Hideaway. Olé! Soppin' in the gravy bowl is sure the living end. Here's a spot that Duncan Hines will never recommend. They serve Old Soldier Soup to you 'most ever' single day. You eat a bowl, and durn my soul, you fade away. What a spot to dance an' dine! Your heart's afire, and so is mine. The coffee tastes like turpentine. It's gay. Hernando's Hideaway. Olé. There's music of Hernando's group. They sing like they are sippin' soup. Sounds like a coon dog with the croup. Olé! Hernando's Hideaway. [Recorded by Homer & Jethro on "Assault the Rock & Roll Era," 1989; and "America's Song Butchers: The Weird World of Homer & Jethro," 1997.] |
13 Jan 04 - 11:05 AM (#1091816) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hernando's Hideaway (and parody) From: Micca you can, with a smidgin of imagination, and a little gentle levering fit The Rubiayat of Omar Khyyam to this Tune, But careful It could drive you nuts... " Awake For morning in the Bowl of night has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight and lo the hunter of the East has caught the Sultans turret in a noose of light!! Ole! |
13 Jan 04 - 11:20 AM (#1091837) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hernando's Hideaway (and parody) From: GUEST,Mario D*MN YOU MICCA! (meaning that in the best possible sense of course. NOI!) |
13 Jan 04 - 11:35 AM (#1091856) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hernando's Hideaway (and parody) From: Splott Man I know a dark secluded place A place where no-one knows your face There's greasy chips with cod or plaice It's called Hernando's Take-away olé |
14 Dec 04 - 10:13 PM (#1357155) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hernando's Hideaway (and parody) From: John in Brisbane |
14 Dec 04 - 10:19 PM (#1357157) Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: HERNANDO'S HIDEAWAY From: John in Brisbane Hernando's HideawayCdim B7 Cdim B7 Cdim B7 I know a dark se - clu - ded place, Em A place where no one knows your face; Cdim B7 Cdim B7 Cdim B7 A glass of wine, a fast embrace -- Em B7 Em B7 Em It's called Hernando's Hideaway (o - le!) B7 Cdim B7 Cdim B7 All you see are sil - hou - ettes, Em And all you hear are castanets, Cdim B7 Cdim B7 Cdim B7 And no one cares how late it gets, Em B7 Em B7 Em Not at Hernando's Hideaway (o - le!) Bridge: B7 At the golden finger bowl or anyplace you go, Em E7 Am You will meet your uncle Max and ev'ryone you know; B7 But if you go to that spot that I am thinking of, F#7 Cdim F#7 Cdim B7 You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love. Cdim B7 Cdim B7 Cdim B7 Just knock three times and whisper low Em That you and I were sent by Joe, Cdim B7 Cdim B7 Cdim B7 Then strike a match and you will know Em B7 Em B7 Em You're in Hernando's Hideaway (o - le!) |
15 Dec 04 - 12:12 AM (#1357220) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hernando's Hideaway (and parody) From: EBarnacle Whose woods these are, I think I know His house in in the village low I know he would not mind me stopping here To watch--His woods fill up with snow. etc "Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening." |
21 Jan 05 - 06:01 AM (#1384095) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hernando's Hideaway (and parody) From: GUEST Looking for a modern (90s?) lyric that is sung to the Hernando's tune. The female vocalist sounds like J Lo (or Britney on a really strange night) or some similar avant thrush, the rhythm is very catchy and swingy and lowdown. The refrain's final hook line, equivalent to "You're in Hernando's Hideaway" is "Dance the night away, a—way." Presumably DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY is the title also. Heard it once, of all places, in the musical soundtrack runup to a movie at the local cinema. |
08 Oct 11 - 08:08 PM (#3235980) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hernando's Hideaway (and parody) From: Dave Hunt Could be Dance the Night Away - by The Mavericks - great dance number - see here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M81ph3BslqQ&ob=av2n |
13 Apr 12 - 03:40 PM (#3337878) Subject: I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back From: GUEST,homer & jethro fan I'VE GOT TEARS IN MY EARS (FROM LYIN' ON MY BACK IN MY BED WHILE I CRY OVER YOU) Written by Harold Barlow Recorded by Homer & Jethro I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back In my bed while I cry over you And the tears in my ears, they're off the beaten track Since you said "It's goodbye, we are through" So if I should get water on the brain You will know you're the one who is to blame I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back In my bed while I cry over you. I've got tears in my ears from lyin'on my back In my bed while I cry over you I've been cryin' these tears and soakin' in my sack Since the day I found you were untrue And if I don't get up pretty soon I'll turn into a sleepy lagoon I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back In my bed while I cry over you. I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back In my bed while I cry over you It's been so many years, my sacroiliac Feels as though it's been soaked through and through Oh, you lied when you said we'd take the plunge Now I know how it feels to be a sponge I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back In my bed while I cry over you. |
13 Apr 12 - 03:44 PM (#3337880) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hernando's Hideaway (and parody) From: GUEST,I feel that old age creeping on I feel that old age creeping on I could tell by the look In my baby's eyes I can't keep up with the younger guys I feel that old age creeping on All I do is walk the floor I can't do my homework anymore I feel that old age creeping on Been around for many years Too darn old to shift my gears I feel that old age creeping on Wanna have my crankcase drained Get my oil and water changed I feel that old age creeping on Me and my gal in the Model T She looked over and said to me I feel that old age creeping on Little darling, don't you tire If my engine should backfire I feel that old age creeping on I'm like a flower Without a stem Started running without my rim I feel that old age creeping on I need a coat of Simonize All my parts are volcanized I feel that old age creeping on Young men under 25 All have hydromantic drive I feel that old age creeping on I used to be young and full of zip But now my clutch is starting to slip I feel that old age creeping on |
13 Apr 12 - 05:38 PM (#3337917) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hernando's Hideaway (and parody) From: Stilly River Sage Any attributions for that parody, guest? |
14 Apr 12 - 04:00 AM (#3338075) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hernando's Hideaway (and parody) From: Snuffy Many rugby songs took the tunes of hymns and fitted dirty words to them: back around 1970 there was one that was only two verses, but we strung it out a bit. First we sang Verse 1 to the hymn tune OLD HUNDREDTH (All people that on earth do dwell, etc), then repeatED it to the tune of Hernando's Hideaway, then did extravagant la-la-las (or was it da-da-das) to the bridge of HH, then repeated the whole process for Verse 2. Hardly epic poetry, but ne'er mind, eh? It went thus: As I was walking through a wood I shat myself: I knew I would. I cried for help but no help came, And so I shat myself again. As I was walking by St Paul's A lady grabbed me by the balls. I cried for help but no help came, And so she grabbed my balls again. |