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23 Mar 06 - 07:35 AM (#1700877) Subject: Lyr Req: Lottery Song From: alison anyone know the words to this one? It starts.......... "It was early Friday morning as I cycled into town, the front wheel it was wobbling, the mudguard falling down........" thanks slainte alison |
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23 Mar 06 - 09:29 AM (#1701006) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song From: Sorcha Alison, it's posted at Chiff and Fipple. Couple of versions. |
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24 Mar 06 - 10:27 AM (#1701776) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song From: Sorcha Oh Alison...... |
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24 Mar 06 - 04:55 PM (#1702042) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song From: alison thank you very much Sorcha slainte alison |
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24 Mar 06 - 09:38 PM (#1702281) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song From: Sorcha OK...glad you picked it up. |
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25 Mar 06 - 11:22 PM (#1702907) Subject: Lyr Add: THE MILLIONAIRE From: Jim Dixon Lyrics copied from The Chiff and Fipple Forum: THE MILLIONAIRE 'Twas early Friday mornin' as I cycled into town. The front wheel it was wobblin' and the mud guard fallin' down. The two legs of me trousers were held up with bits of twine, And a pension book was telling me a pint would soon be mine. "How are you, Mr. Murphy?" said the postal clerk to me. "Not too bad," says I, "for a man of seventy-three. The fox came to me house last night and stole me only duck." "Buy a lottery ticket," she says. "It might change your luck." Well, I took the little girl's advice and I gave to her a pound. Outside I scratched me ticket with the penknife I had found. Well, I nearly dropped me trousers and I grew a head of hair When I realized I was a bloody millionaire. No more hay or turf to save, no more feedin' calves. One kick from me big boot and the bike was in two halves. I headed for the local. Sure I was feeling great, And friends I never knew I had came in to celebrate. Not long after that, I had a new suit on me back, A new red car outside the door with a telephone on the rack. Me wife was wearing a blonde wig where her gray head used to be, And the Wellington tracks had disappeared from just below her knee. I sat there admiring the new dress that she wore. A lovely set of teeth she had installed the day before. I held her oh so tightly like when I was a groom, And we looked rich and graceful as we waltzed around the room. Well, then I got an awful shock. I thought I'd nearly die. I spied my ugly missus as I opened up one eye, With rollers in her old grey head she nearly made me sick. "Get up and milk the cows," she says, "you ravin' lunatic." It was then I realized that it was all a dream. The cow was lowing in the field and the cat was at the cream. Our bike was threw along the hedge. Me trousers had a shine. 'Twas lovely while it lasted, that winnin' dream of mine. [Track 19 on "Music at Matt Molloy's," Real World CD #2324, 1993.] |
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26 Mar 06 - 11:36 PM (#1703544) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song From: The Fooles Troupe The crusty old Aussie farmer won a million dollars. When asked what he would do with it, replied "Keep farming till it's all gone". |
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27 Mar 06 - 03:00 AM (#1703611) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song From: Bob Bolton G'day Alison, You should get Allen Davis to learn shorthand ... or tote a recorder - then he could get down Chris Poleson's version - one Monday Night Session. Regards, Bob |
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27 Mar 06 - 05:51 PM (#1704119) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Lottery Song From: alison Hi bob Eric had it written down(courtesy of chris I assume) - but with handwriting that bad he should have been a doctor!! slainte alison |
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29 Jan 09 - 07:55 PM (#2552438) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Millionaire / Lottery Song From: GUEST,Ange the front wheel it was wobbling and the mudgueards falling down, the two legs on me trousers were ties up with bits of twine and a pension book kept telling me a pint would soon be mine! |
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12 Nov 09 - 11:26 AM (#2764827) Subject: Lyr Add: MY WINNING DREAM From: GUEST,Ange My Winning Dream 'Twas early Friday mornin' as I cycled into town. The front wheel it was wobblin' and the mud guard fallin' down. The two legs on me trousers were tied up with bits of twine, And a pension book was telling me a pint would soon be mine. "Howya , Mr. Murphy?" said the postal clerk to me. "Not too bad," says I, "for a man of seventy-three. The fox came to me house last night and stole me only duck." "Buy a lottery ticket," she says. "It might change your luck." Well, I took the little girl's advice and I gave to her a pound. Outside I scratched me ticket with the penknife I had found. Well, I nearly dropped me trousers and I grew a head of hair When I realized I was a bloody millionaire. No more hay or turf to save, no more feedin' calves. One kick from me big boot and the bike was in two halves. I headed for the local. Sure I was feeling great, And friends I never knew I had came in to celebrate. Not long after that, I had a new suit on me back, A new red car outside the door with a telephone on the rack. The ould wife was wearing a blonde wig where her gray head used to be, And the Wellington tracks had disappeared from just below her knee. I sat there admiring the new dress that she wore. A lovely set of teeth she had installed the day before. I held her oh so tightly like when I was a groom, And we looked rich and graceful as we waltzed around the room. Twas then I got an awful shock. I thought I'd nearly die. I spied my ugly missus as I opened up one eye, With rollers in her old grey head she nearly made me sick. "Get up and milk the cows," she says, "you ravin' lunatic." It was then I realized that it was all a dream. The cow was lowing in the yard and the cat was at the cream. Our bike was strewn in the hedge. Me trousers had a shine. ah but twas lovely while it lasted, that winnin' dream of mine. |