Lirica umoristica in muzica

[dEpEchEmIND]

Trebuie sa dam importanta si cantecelor vesele si amuzante care au intrat in istoria muzicii, nu? Sunt multe astfel de cantece, pe care nu trebuie sa le uitam, fiindca ne pot inveseli oricand le ascultam.

Incep eu cu niste versuri ale lui Harry Belafonte:

Mama Look a Boo Boo

I wonder why nobody don't like me
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?
I wonder why nobody don't like me
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?

I leave my whole house and home
My children don't want me no more
Bad talk inside de house dey bring
And when I talk they start to sing:

Mama, look a boo-boo they shout
Their mother tell them shut up your mout'
That is your daddy, oh, no
My daddy can't be ugly so

Shut your mout', Go away
Mama, look at boo-boo dey
Shut your mout', Go away
Mama, look at boo-boo dey

I couldn't even digest me supper
Due to the children's behavior
John (Yes, pa)-come here a moment
Bring de belt, you're much too impudent
John says it's James who started first
James tells the story in reverse
I drag my belt from off me waist
You should hear them screamin' round de place

Mama, look at boo-boo they shout
Their mother tell them shut up your mout'
That is your daddy, oh, no
My daddy can't be ugly so

Shut your mout', Go away
Mama, look at boo-boo dey (uh)
Shut your mout', Go away
Mama, look at boo-boo dey (uh)

So I began to question the mother
These children ain't got no behavior
So I began to question the mother
These children ain't got no behavior

They're playing with you my wife declared
You should be proud of them, my dear
These children were taught too bloomin' slack
That ain't no kind of joke to crack

Mama, look at boo-boo they shout
Their mother tell them shut up your mout'
That is your daddy, oh, no
My daddy can't be ugly so

Shut your mout', Go away
Mama, look at boo-boo dey (uh)
Shut your mout', Go away
Mama, look at boo-boo dey (uh)
Shut your mout', Go away

Aici nu au ce cauta parodiile luate de pe net sau cele personale, ci doar lirice vesele, care apartin artistilor.

[stefan]

Hehe, merge si umor negru? Daca da,

Frank Zappa - Suicide Chump

(Well, hoop hoop) You say there ain't no use in livin'
(Well, hoop hoop) It's all a waste of time
(Well, hoop hoop) 'N you wanna throw your life away, well
(Well, go on, do it!) People that's just fine
(Hoop hoop) Go ahead on 'n get it over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Find you a bridge 'n take a jump
(Well, hoop hoop, well, hoop hoop)
(Well . . . ) Just make sure you do it right the first time
(Hoop!) 'Cause nothin's worse than a Suicide Chump
(Oo-woo-woo-woo-woo, oh, yeah!)

(Hoop hoop) You say there ain't no light a-shinin'
(Well, hoop hoop) Through the bushes up ahead
(Well, hoop hoop) 'N we're all gonna be so sorry
(Well, sorry, dead now) When we find out you are dead
(Hoop hoop) Go head on 'n get it over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Find you a bridge 'n take a jump
(Well, hoop hoop, well, hoop hoop)
(Well . . . ) Just make sure you do it right the first time
(Hoop!) 'Cause nothin's worse than a Suicide Chump
(Oo-woo-woo-woo-woo, oh, yeah!)

(Oooh) Now maybe you're scared of jumpin'
(Well, oooh) 'N poison makes you sick
(Well, oooh) 'N you want a little attention
(Well, oooh) 'N you need it pretty quick
(Well, oooh) Don't wanna mess your face up
(Well, oooh) Or we won't know if it's you
(Well, oooh) Aw, there's just so much to worry about
(Well, oo-woo-woo-wooh) Now what you gonna do?
(Hoop hoop) Go ahead on 'n get it over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Find you a bridge 'n take a jump
(Well, hoop hoop, well, hoop hoop)
(Well . . . ) Just make sure you do it right the first time
(Hoop!) 'Cause nothin's worse than a Suicide Chump
(Oo-woo-woo-woo-woo, oh, yeah!)

(Well, hoop hoop) Now maybe you're scared of jumpin'
(Well, hoop hoop) 'N poison makes you sick
(Well, hoop hoop) 'N you want a little attention
(Well, hoop hoop) 'N you need it pretty quick
(Well, hoop hoop) Don't wanna mess your face up
(Well, hoop hoop) Or we won't know if it's you
(Well, hoop hoop) Aw, there's just so much to worry about
(Well, hoop hoop) Now what you gonna do?

(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'n get it over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'n get it over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'n get it over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'n get it over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'n get it over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'n get it over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'n get it over with then
(Well . . . )

You're on the bridge;
Scared to leap,
But a girl walks over
To take a peep . . .
She says: "DON'T DO IT!"
But wouldn't you know . . .
The girl got a head
Like a buffalo
With a little red hair
All over the top
An' her breath would make the
Traffic stop
She says "I LOVE YOU . . .
BUT FIRST, LET'S EAT!"
And all you can say as you run down the street is . . .

[Oribilul Mosh]

O melodie foarte vesela si plina de umor mi se pare ...Neil Sedaka - Calendar Girl, plin simplul fapt ca omu' din melodie isi face planurile pt. tot anul alaturi de fetele din calendar. :o

I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Yeah, sweet calender girl
I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Each and every day of the year

(January) You start the year off fine
(February) You're my little valentine
(March) I'm gonna march you down the aisle
(April) You're the Easter Bunny when you smile
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calender girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
(Every day of the year)

(May) Maybe if I ask your dad and mom
(June) They'll let me take you to the Junior Prom
(July) Like a firecracker all aglow
(August) When you're on the beach you steal the show

Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calendar girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
(Every day of the year)

(September) Light the candles at your Sweet Sixteen
(October) Romeo and Juliet on Halloween
(November) I'll give thanks that you belong to me
(December) You're the present 'neath my Christmas tree

Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calender girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year

[eyewitness]

in greek theatre in los angeles , 1972 , a avut loc un concert extraordinar neil diamond "hot august night" . multe dintre cele mai reusite piese ale lui diamond au fost interpretate atunci in prima auditie . multe altele , au dainuit pana in prezent hituri la vremea aceea. "red red wine", "holly, holly", "i am ...i said" , "you're so sweet", "porcupine pie", "play me" , "solitary man" etc. sunt doar cateva. de pe acest dublu album inregistrat in concert intotdeauna m-a distrat si mi-a creat o buna dispozitie o piesa cu un text amuzant, soggy pretzels, cu toate ca piesa se vrea trista si foarte pasionala ...o intalnire inedita, intr-un bar unde ea isi plangea amaru , lacrimile curgandu-i siroaie pe covrigi si in bere , pe masa si pe platoul cu cartofi prajiti gugland am gasit textul integral :

Soggy Pretzels- by neil diamond , hot august night, 1972

You were crying in your pretzels when I met you.
You were washing all the salt away from the dough.
You were crying in your pretzels and I'll never forget you.
But, baby, just why, I'll never know.
Crying in your pretzels, crying in your beer.
Crying on the table, that's where I found you, dear.

Yes, my sweet, I came into that bar,
it was in Mississippi, there you were,
sitting in a corner, crying in your pretzels.
You'd already sogged up a whole plate of potato chips,
but the management didn't mind, because you were a regular customer.
And I saw you sitting there and I said,
"That person needs a friend, and I'm gonna be a friend.
Ain't nobody deserves to cry in his pretzels all night,
and wash away the salt."
So I kinda sidled up to you and I said,
"What can I do for ya? How can I help ya?
What can I do to ease the pain?"

Well, you were crying in your pretzels,
Oh, you were crying in your beer,
Yes, that was the night I met you
And I'll always hold you near.

si in atasament neil diamond atunci si...acum

edit...mai leitar
depeche, piesa lui belafonte pe care ai postat-o , mama look at boo boo ,este tot dintr-un un concert si tot de prin anii 70 (carnegie hall parca). pe langa , mama look at boo boo la celebra piesa mathilda , belafonte canta impreuna cu audienta . la un moment dat pentru refren spune : tinerii din fund cu bursa, canta baietii refrenul, apoi cei casatoriti, canta si aia refrenu , apoi "women over forty" la care ...liniste . a fost un show extraordinar tot concertul.

btw, se spunea pe vremuri ca nici un artist nu va fi cu adevarat consacrat, fara cel putin un concert la carnegie hall

[bad bad Annie]

Luis Prima- Felicia non capiscia

I took Felicia to Las Vegas in a limo
She spent the weekend eating chicken caciattore
But when I said I’d like to kiss you
Felicia non capiscia
She understood
She heard me good
When I said Have some real imported wine
But when I said
Common let’s spoon
You’d think that I was asking for the moon!.
...
But when I said
Give me a squeeze
You'd think that I was talking Japanese
She'd never heard about the birds and bees

Si cintecul continua, la fel de hazliu, cu Felicia care se desfata cu toate bunatatile oferite si-l lasa nemingiiat pe bietul Luis (Luigi il chema de fapt, era si el un gangster italian adevarat, cum era cool pe-atunci), pina la sfirsit cind Felicia ii sugereaza "Luigi, let's get married" ..."And Luigi...non capisci"!
Pacat ca n-am putut gasi versurile in internet iar asta e tot ce mi-am putut aminti, CD-ul nu stiu pe unde l-am ratacit.
Si mai are Luis Prima gramezi de cintece de-astea aducatoare de buna-dispozitie, cum ar fi " Angelina, the Waitress at the Pizzeria", "Banana Split For My Baby" si multe altele.

[dEpEchEmIND]

Foarte amuzante sunt cantecele irlandeze de betzie.
Asadar, va prezint ceva foarte reprezentativ:
Seven Drunken Nights

As I went home on Monday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a horse outside the door,
where my old horse should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that horse outside the door,
where my old horse should be?

Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.

As I went home on Tuesday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a coat behind the door,
where my old coat should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that coat behind the door,
where my old coat should be?

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before.

As I went home on Wednesday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a pipe upon the chair,
where my old pipe should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that pipe upon the chair
where my old pipe should be.

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before.

As I came home on Thursday nigh,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw two boots beside the bed,
where my old boots should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns them boots beside the bed
where my old boots should be.

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
They're two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but laces in flower pots I never saw before.

As I came home on Friday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a head upon the bed,
where my old head should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that head upon the bed,
where my old head should be.

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a baby boy, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.

As I came home on a Saturday night,
as drunk as drunk could be
I spied two hands upon her breasts,
where my old hands should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who's hands are these upon your breasts,
where my old hands should be?

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk,
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see
'Tis nothing but a Living Bra Jane Russell gave to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more,
but fingernails on a Living Bra, I never saw before.

As I came home on Sunday night,
a little after three
I saw a thing inside her thing
wehere my old thing should be
I called my wife and I said to her: HEY WIFE
Would ya kindly tell to me,
who owns that thing inside yer thing
wehere my old thing should be?

Oh you're drunk, you're drunk,
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see,
Twas nothing but a hammer that me mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But a hammer with a head like that I never saw before.