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13 Nov 04 - 02:44 PM (#1325836) Subject: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: GUEST,Toenails john I am looking for the words to a parody on the black velvet band, called, My Old Morris Van The chourus goes, Her headlamps hung out like black puddings I thought she was queen of the land She'd a bucket of spuds in her apron And half a sows head in her hand. It's about the shananagins you could get up to in Belfast with an old morris van. Have it on a recording we made of Pecker Dunne in a session one night, but the lyrics are lost in the noise of the background any takers?? |
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13 Nov 04 - 02:54 PM (#1325848) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: Brakn Is this it? |
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13 Nov 04 - 03:06 PM (#1325864) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: GUEST,Toenails john Not the exact one no, but definetly a variation on Peckers one that i have, Then again, peckers could easily be a variation on that one. Anyone else come up with variations, post away, that version will do though. thanks brakn |
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13 Nov 04 - 08:34 PM (#1326114) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: Leadfingers When i was working in 'The Robin Hood' in Hamilton , Bermuda , my mate and I used to change the last line of the chorus ! - Her Boobies hung over her shoulder ,held up by a big navvies hand for example ! |
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24 Nov 04 - 05:44 PM (#1338123) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: GUEST I thought the original must be a parody, since it starts: "In a neat little town they call Belfast" Mind |
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24 Nov 04 - 09:21 PM (#1338319) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: Bob Bolton G'day Guest, Well ... versions starting "In a neat little town they call Belfast" are, in effect parodies ... or, at least adaptations as the original 19th century song, as printed in broadsides found all over the British Isles, which was set in Barking (suburb of London). From information in various threads on Mudcat, I think all the "Belfast" and "Dublin" versions are 1960s Irish folk band adaptations of a collected version from Sam Larner of Winterton. Regards, Bob |
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25 Nov 04 - 07:23 AM (#1338640) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: GUEST,Paul Burke |
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25 Nov 04 - 07:25 AM (#1338644) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: GUEST,Paul Burke not followed by enter Wrong button again. "her knickers hung down by her ankles She'd snapped her elastic band" Try singing Albert and the Lion to the tune. Or better still, don't. |
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25 Nov 04 - 08:59 AM (#1338721) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: Snuffy The Lion and Albert is best sung to the tune of My Bonny Lies Over The Ocean - with BVB all you need is the comic hand motions to accompany the chorus. |
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25 Nov 04 - 10:19 AM (#1338768) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: Dave Bryant Bob - the London broadside versions which I've seen (and one of which I sing) are usually based in the Wapping/Ratcliffe area. The famous Ratcliffe Highway is now just called "The Highway". I've heard a bawdy parody with the words: Her tits they hung down to knee-caps Held up by a big navvie's hand. |
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25 Nov 04 - 10:56 AM (#1338817) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: ToulouseCruise With her legs wrapped over my shoulders.... err, nevermind |
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25 Nov 04 - 02:04 PM (#1338977) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: GUEST,Toenails john The scope is endless really isn't it? In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprentice to a trade I was bound, Turning my hand to carpentry In a workshop in the centre of town. Now every day around lunchtime, The boss man, old Johnny Moore, Would disappear for an hour or so To the guest house located next door. He knew the proprietor for many's the year. Mary Magee was her name; But the nature and conduct of her business Would bring Belfast town into shame. She rents out her rooms by the hour, And her customers' names she won't mention. She gives bank holiday specials to navvys, And discounts to those on the pension. And her knockers hang down to her kneecaps, A figure of beauty, it has to be said; With flowing black hair down her lily-white back, And not one single strand on her head. One day whilst goin' home early, Waitin' for me bus ride, I had an hour or two that I could kill. I took a deep breath and ventured inside. "It's 50 quid for an hour, But I'm not really sure that you ought." How I wished to blow all me wages that night, But the bastard had left me a bit short. "I'm only a hard-up apprentice. I've got 10 quid and not any more." She said, "that's fine by me, my dear. For that price, I'll show you my DOOR." Well I left the place broken-hearted, My face all down-turned and sour. Now I'll never know what a man can do In a guest house inside of an hour. I have way, way, way to much time on my hands. This thread is heading song challenge way.
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25 Nov 04 - 08:37 PM (#1339280) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: The Fooles Troupe Don't stop NOW! As the Actress said to the Bishop... |
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25 Nov 04 - 09:40 PM (#1339311) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: Bob Bolton G'day Dave Bryant, Yes ... we're both right ... all the broadsheet versions, in the major British & Irish collections, seem to start (~): On a sloop ... bound for Barking but the mendacious lady is encountered (~) cruising along the Ratcliff Highway. The point I was making was that the broadsheet publishers don't seem to have localised the town ... undoubtedly local singers did - but the "folk revival" versions weren't collected local variants, rather they were localised re-writes of the song as collected elsewhere - by bands seeking more repertoire. I'm not word-perfect on the broadsheet lines ... my interest, in Australia, is in the locally collected versions - and definitely not the ones copied off import LPs in the '60s! Regards, Bob Bolton |
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15 Apr 05 - 08:56 AM (#1462054) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: GUEST I prefer the one I heard from a lush in a dublin pub: "Her Eye shone like a dime ye'd think she'd had pigeons for hands an her hair looked like a boulder, held on wit' a big rubber band." |
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11 Sep 06 - 03:17 PM (#1832053) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: GUEST Heard this one on an internet radio station. Don't remember who sang it and my lyrics may not be perfect, but here's the gist: His eyes, they shone like emeralds I thought him the queen of the land [shouted: And he was!] and his hair it hung over his shoulder all the way to his black leather pants. Cheers! |
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12 Sep 06 - 02:08 AM (#1832393) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: Dave Hanson Hamish Imlach had one called ' The Black Velvet Gland ' eric |
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12 Sep 06 - 04:58 AM (#1832452) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: Valmai Goodyear This is one of the songs that comes out of the Great British Drunk just prior to the insertion of a steaming Vindaloo. It seems to have permeated the national consciousness. In Lewes Bonfire circles there is a tendency to shout THREE FOOT LONG! immediately after the line 'Her neck it was just like the swan'. Valmai (Lewes) |
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30 Jun 08 - 06:39 PM (#2377816) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: GUEST,kevin And then there's the parody Black Canvas Bag "Her eyes were cloudy and milky blah blah de blah de blah blah With her head cut off at the shoulders tied up in a black canvas bag |
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21 Apr 09 - 03:52 PM (#2615811) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: GUEST,Peter E Dear Sirs, I refer to the following first vesre of an East London version of "Black Velevet Band" One day, being out on a ramble, alone by myself I did stray, I met with a young gay deceiver, while cruising in Ratcliffe Highway; Her eyes were as black as a raven, I thought her the pride of the land, Her hair, that did hang o'er her shoulders, was tied with a black velvet band. I used to live in the Shadwell/Wapping area of London and would be very grateful if someone woulf direct me to a link that will show me the complete lyrics of this version. Yours faithfully Peter E |
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21 Apr 09 - 06:17 PM (#2615956) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: bodgie are readers aware that the original broadside contained a verse warning women not to 'tie up their hair in a black (or blue) velvet band ...as if to tie in their brains'. Young girls if you wish to turn modest and strive a connection to gain, Do not wear a band o'er your forehead as if to tie up your brain. Some do prefer Victorian fashion, and some their braided so grand; Myself I do think it much neater than a girl with a black velvet band. I have just released a series of CDs of original broadsides including this one. warren fahey |
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27 Sep 18 - 11:53 AM (#3953178) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: MMario Years ago (just about the time of this thread beginning, I think) I wrote a parody for a mother/daughter duo... chorus they sang together, and the first verse.... In a neat little shire they call Carver Much pleasure and song have we found And any an hour of sweet happiness We've spent in that neat little town (mother) 'Til one day good fortune befell me And mischief took me by the hand And I shocked all my friends and relations Because of some black leather pants (*His eyes they shone like diamonds He looked like a lord of the land And his hair hung over wide shoulders As he walked by in black leather pants) (mother) Well I was out strolling one evening Not meaning to go very far When I met with a handsome young devil As he chugged down a beer at the bar I watched him go out the courtyard As my heart it began to dance And the temperature seed to go soaring As he walked by in black leather pants (*chorus) (daughter) Next morning I stood there waiting At the doorstep for her to appear. I said You never came home last night And it caused me a great deal of fear. (daughter) They say you were seen at the Boar's Head And they tell me you danced every dance And it seems that you left for the evening With some guy wearing black leather pants (*chorus) (both) So come all ye sweet noble ladies I'll have ye take warning from me Whenever you're out on the liquor Take care that you never are seen (both) Many months have gone by since this happened And the story belongs to the past (mother) But no one will let me forget the night I fell for those black leather pants! chorus |
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27 Sep 18 - 07:57 PM (#3953289) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Black velvet band PARODY From: GUEST,Gerry Colum Sands tells a joke about be asked to sing "the one about the girl with the hairy tongue". When he protests that he doesn't know any such song, the fan quotes the lines, "Her hairy tongue over her shoulder/Tied up with a black velvet band." |