Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Sunday, 24 January 2010
LYRICS!
“TURNED OUT NICE
AGAIN!”
An iNterAcTive
iNStALLAtION
by
KeN BarReTt
massive live portraiture/formby memory bank/film clips
bring-your-uke-n-singalong 3.0pm Saturday 20th Feb
s
Tuesday 16th-Saturday 20th February 2010
The Exchange, Princes Street, Penzance, Cornwall, TR18 2NL
NB: FOR A PDF OF UKELELE TAB EMAIL ME AT kenbarrett80@yahoo.com
WITH MY LITTLE STICK OF BLACK ROCK
Every year when summer comes round,
off to the sea I go.
I don't care if I do spend a pound,
I'm rather rash I know.
See me dressed like all the sports,
in my blazer and a pair of shorts.
With my little stick of Blackpool Rock,
along the promenade I stroll.
It may be sticky but I never complain,
it's nice to have a nibble at it now and again
Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock.
One afternoon the band conductor up on his stand
Somehow lost his baton - it flew out of his hand
So I jumped in his place and then conducted the band
With my little stick of Blackpool Rock
With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, along the promenade I stroll,
In my pocket it got stuck I could tell
‘Cos when I pulled it out I pulled my shirt off as well
Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock
.
A girl while bathing clung to me, my wits I'd to use
She cried, "I'm drowning, and to save me, you won't refuse"
I said, "Well if you’re drowning then I don't want to lose
My little stick of Blackpool Rock."
With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, along the promenade I stroll
In the ballroom I went dancing each night
No wonder every girl that danced with me, stuck to me tight
Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock.
A fellow took my photograph it cost one and three.
I said when it was done, "Is that supposed to be me?"
"You've properly mucked it up the only thing I can see is
My little stick of Blackpool Rock."
WHEN I'M CLEANING WINDOWS
Now I go window cleaning to earn an honest bob.
For a nosey parker it's an interesting job
Now it's a job that just suits me, a window cleaner you will be.
If you could see what I can see
When I'm cleaning windows.
Honeymooning couples too,
you should see them bill and coo.
You'd be surprised at things they do
When I'm cleaning windows.
In my profession I work hard, but I'll never stop.
I'll climb this blinking ladder ‘til I get right to the top.
The blushing bride she looks divine,
the bridegroom he is doing fine
I'd rather have his job than mine
When I'm cleaning windows.
The chambermaid sweet names I call,
it's a wonder I don't fall.
My minds not on my work at all
When I'm cleaning windows
In my profession I'll work hard, but I'll never stop.
I'll climb this blinking ladder ‘til I get right to the top.
Pyjamas lying side by side, ladies nighties I have spied.
I've often seen what goes inside,
when I'm cleaning windows.
In my profession I'll work hard, but I'll never stop.
I'll climb this blinking ladder ‘til I get right to the top.
At eight o'clock a girl she wakes,
at five past eight a bath she takes.
At ten-past eight my ladder breaks
When I'm cleaning windows.
LEANING ON A LAMPOST
I’m leaning on a lamp, maybe you think I look a tramp,
Or you may think I’m hanging round to steal a car.
But no, I’m not a crook, and if you think that’s what I look,
I’ll tell you why I’m here and what my motives are.
I’m leaning on a lamppost at the corner of the street
In case a certain little lady comes by,
Oh me, oh my, I hope the little lady comes by.
I don’t know if she’ll get away, she doesn’t always get away,
But anyhow I know that she’ll try,
Oh me, oh my,I hope that little lady comes by.
There’s no other girl I would wait for,
But this one I’d break any date for,
I won’t have to ask what she’s late for.
She wouldn’t leave me flat, she’s not a girl like that.
Oh she’s absolutely wonderful and marvelous and beautiful
And anyone can understand why,
I’m leaning on a lamppost at the corner of the street,
In case a certain little lady passes by.
CHINESE LAUNDRY BLUES
Now Mr. Wu was a laundry man in a shop with an old green door.
He'll iron all day your linen away, he really makes me sore.
He's lost his heart to a Chinese girl and his laundry's all gone wrong.
All day he'll flirt, scorch your shirt, that's why I'm singing this song.
Oh Mr. Wu, what shall I do,
I'm feeling kind of Limehouse Chinese Laundry Blues.
This funny feeling keeps round me stealing
Oh won’t you throw your sweetheart over do.
My vest's so short that it won't fit my little brother.
And my new Sunday shirt has got a perforated rudder.
Mr. Wu, what shall I do
I'm feeling kind of Limehouse Chinese Laundry Blues.
Now Mr. Nu, he's got a naughty eye that flickers.
You ought to see it wobble when he's ironing ladies blouses.
Mr. Wu, what shall I do,
I'm feeling kind of Limehouse Chinese Laundry Blues.
Now Mr. Wu, he's got a laundry kind of tricky,
He'll starch my shirts and collars but he'll never touch my waistcoat..
Mr. Wu, what shall I do,
I'm feeling kind of Limehouse Chinese Laundry Blues.
IN MY LITTLE SNAPSHOT ALBUM
Now I’m a young inventor, a chap with good ideas,
I’ve built myself a camera, it took me years and years.
It’s a wonderful invention with special x-ray tricks,
It can take a picture in the dark and can even see through bricks.
I bought myself an album and filled it up with snaps,
And I’ve got some lovely pictures of the local girls and chaps.Now I’ve
got a picture of the girl next door,
in my little snapshot album,
And I’ve never had a better snap before,
in my little snapshot album.
The night was dark and the hour was late,
She was kissing her boy by the garden gate,
Wouldn’t she love to see page eight, in my little snapshot album.
And I’ve got a picture of my old granddad,
in my little snapshot album.
He’s over eighty but a real bad lad, in my little snapshot album
Although he’s an old antique,
he thinks he’s still the village sheik,
I’ve got him dancing cheek to cheek in my little snapshot album.
Now I’ve got a picture of the vicar’s wife,
in my little snapshot album.
Chasing the Curate with a carving knife
in my little snapshot album.
Now what he did was all in fun
But it’s not the kind of thing that’s done,
I can see he pinched her hot-cross bun, in my little snapshot album.
And I’ve got a picture of a nudist camp,
in my little snapshot album,
All very jolly but a trifle damp,
in my little snapshot album.
There’s Uncle Dick without a care,
discarding all his underwear,
But his watch and chain still dangle there,
in my little snapshot album.
AUNTIE MAGGIES REMEDY
Now there’s all sorts of medicines that you can buy
No matter what ailment you’ve got
But I know a special one you ought to try
You’ll find it’s the best of the lot
It’s my Auntie Maggie’s home made remedy
it’s guaranteed never to fail
That’s the stuff that will do the trick
It’s sold at every chemist for "one and a kick".
Now if you’ve got lumbago, rheumatics or gout,
Or a pain in your Robert E. Lee
Don’t kick up a shindy, you’ll never get windy
With my Auntie Maggie’s Remedy
If you set your alarm clock for eight in the morning
You’re bound to wake up I’ll agree
But I’ll bet you by heaven, you’ll wake up at seven
With my Auntie Maggie’s Remedy
In a young lady’s bedroom I went by mistake
My intentions were honest you see
She shouted with laughter, "I know what you’re after,
it’s my Auntie Maggie’s Remedy."
Oh my Auntie Maggie’s home made remedy,
It’s guaranteed never to fail
That’s the stuff that will do the trick
It’s sold at every chemist for "one and a kick".
Now I went to a doctor, I wasn’t too well
And he made me lie on a settee
He said "There’s trouble brewing, you’ve been overdoing
Your Auntie Maggie’s Remedy."
Now I know a girl who was putting on weight,
In a spot where it just shouldn’t be
So I said to Nellie, "Now you rub your – ankle,
With Auntie Maggie’s Remedy."
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