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30 Jul 06 - 09:06 PM (#1797318) Subject: Lyr Req: who spiked the punch at lena's wedding? From: GUEST Love 'dat Yogi! |
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01 Aug 06 - 12:38 AM (#1798437) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: who spiked the punch at lena's wedding? From: Jim Dixon According to the discography at the official Harry Stewart/Yogi Yorgesson web site, the correct title is SOMEONE SPIKED THE PUNCH (AT LENA'S WEDDING). |
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01 Aug 06 - 10:12 PM (#1799439) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: who spiked the punch at lena's wedding? From: SharonA Couldn't find lyrics, but found a CD with a recording of the song, though here it's entitled "Somebody Spiked the Punch at Lena's Wedding"... littleblueclicky |
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25 Aug 18 - 11:31 PM (#3946270) Subject: Lyr Add:SOMEONE SPIKED THE PUNCH AT LENA'S WEDDING From: Jim Dixon Found at YouTube with an image of the record label. SOMEONE SPIKED THE PUNCH AT LENA'S WEDDING Words and music by Harry Stewart As recorded by “Yogi Yorgesson” (Harry Stewart), 1950. [SUNG:] Me and the little woman was as happy as could be. We finally married our daughter off when she was thirty-three. She was married in our home and things went quietly Till someone spiked the punch at Lena’s wedding. Oh, they was the cutest couple that our friends had ever seen. Lena weighed one-eighty and the groom weighed one-sixteen. He looked pale when they got hitched but later he turned green, ‘Cause someone spiked the punch at Lena’s wedding. After the kids was married, the crowd was dry and hot. They all think a nice cool drink will really hit the spot. I’m ashamed when I recall how plastered they all got. Some was sleeping; some got leaping; oh, they drank a lot! [SPOKEN:] The whole darn bunch was whooping it up; the wedding turned into a brawl ‘Cause no one knew that our fruit-juice punch was spiked with pure alcohol. Mrs. Olsen, the head of the ladies’ aid, she was loaded and sure having fun. “Let’s dance!” she yelled at the preacher, and she hiccuped like a son-of-a-gun. Pete Lundquist, the undertaker who don’t smile at you till you’re dead, He suddenly jumped up on the table with our best lampshade on his head. Then through the crowd in her wedding dress, blubbering and red before fight, Came Lena screaming: “Oh, Papa! My Ingvald is off like a light.” And sure enough on the davenport with his hair full of rice and confetti, Was Ingvald the bridegroom all stretched out as limp and as white as spaghetti. When I felt his hand, it was cold and moist and his forehead was colder and moister. Then he opened one eye which looked to me just like a big blue oyster. Lena she folded her muscular arms and everyone there heard her yell: “The car is out front and our wedding night we’ll spend in some quiet motel.” She took hold of her husband right by the neck and where the seat of his pants hung slack, Then Lena left on her honeymoon with her man riding piggyback. [SUNG:] The next day it was Sunday and the preacher had to wait ‘Cause some of the wedding guests arrived in church a little late, And the preacher knew the reason for his full collection plate Was that someone spiked the punch at Lena’s wedding, But we all had fun. |