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22 Jun 06 - 12:54 AM (#1766200) Subject: Lyr Req: They're long and they're gray... From: Slag My dad used to sing this to my brother and me and I only remember a few lines. I used to think it was a part of "Aint We Crazy" but late learned that it was not. Some of the lines (in no real order) are as follows: They're long and they're gray They're always in the way They hide the dirt on pappy's shirt They're always in the way. Grandma chews them in her sleep She thinks she's eating Shreaded Wheat... ...he hid behind his whiskers and fooled the enemy.. If anyone knows this song or it's origin I would be grateful. |
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26 Jun 06 - 07:41 PM (#1769685) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: They're long and they're gray... From: Slag I sure hope someone out there has some info or insight on this one. I think it's origin was after WWI. Am I the last to have a living memory of it??? |
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26 Jun 06 - 08:04 PM (#1769745) Subject: Lyr Add: GRANDPA'S WHISKERS / FATHER'S WHISKERS From: GUEST,ClaireBear I found various sources for some of your lyrics by searching on "grandma chews them in her sleep." Some of these were just jumprope rhymes (in fact there's one of those in the Mudcat archives already); several were songs. Here's one from this Canadian Boy Scouts site. No tune was posted, but perhaps you remember that. If not, a thorough Internet search should get you lots of info: GRANDPA'S WHISKERS I have a dear old Grandpa His hair is turning grey, He has a pair of whiskers, They're always in the way ! Chorus: Oh they're always in the way, The cows eat them for hay. They cover the dirt, On Grandpa's shirt, They're always in the way. I have a dear old uncle He owns a Ford machine He uses Grandpa's whiskers To strain the gasoline ! Chorus I have a dear old Grandma And when she goes to sleep, She chews on Grandpa's whiskers, And thinks they're shredded wheat ! Chorus Every Monday morning, We gather in a group, To watch Grandpa's whiskers A dangling in the soup. |
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27 Jun 06 - 09:51 AM (#1770153) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: They're long and they're gray... From: Bob the Postman Here's a clickie for Father's Whiskers in Digitrad where there's a link to a midi file. (The midi file may not play--legacy of a Mudcat meltdown?) |
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27 Jun 06 - 10:01 AM (#1770169) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: They're long and they're gray... From: GUEST,ClaireBear Thank you, B the P -- I couldn't find it using MC search yesterday for some reason. I found the jumprope version in the DT using an outside search engine; Mudcat search came up totally dry for me. I had a feeling it was there somewhere. Just wanted everyone to know that this time, I DID remember to try the DT first! Claire |
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27 Jun 06 - 09:02 PM (#1770744) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: They're long and they're gray... From: Bob the Postman I found it by searching for "always in the way". |
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27 Jun 06 - 09:49 PM (#1770757) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: They're long and they're gray... From: Q (Frank Staplin) A few more verses: My grandpa was a soldier He fooled the enemy He wrapped his whiskers round him They thought he was a tree. My grandpa was a swimmer No bathing suit for him He tied his whiskers round his waist And then he dove right in. I have a dear old grandma She likes his whiskers too She uses them for dusting And cleaning out the flue. From Campfire Songs, YMCA Camp Loowit. www.backyardgardener.com/loowit/song/song130.html |
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27 Jun 06 - 10:04 PM (#1770761) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: They're long and they're gray... From: Q (Frank Staplin) When grandpa was in the army And the Captain called "barrage" He wrapped his whiskers round himself And called it camouflage. When grandpa goes a-fishing No fishing line needs he He throws his whiskers in the lake And pulls out two or three. When grandpa goes to breakfast And there's nothing left to eat He dips his whiskers in the milk And calls it shreaded wheat. The official Troop 78 Songbook www.octoraro.org/~arles/sounds/Songs.doc |
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15 Aug 21 - 03:27 PM (#4116639) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: They're long and they're gray... From: GUEST https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOcEoXu4sYY |