rico, you should be paying more attention. watching scotty grow has already been done. of course, im invoking gauderes law, but i looked, and i couldnt find the third worstest song ever: lonely boy by andrew gold. i defy anyone to come up with a more unholy trinity than seasons in the sun, sometimes when we touch, and lonely boy. go ahead!
He was born on a summer day 1951
And with a slap of a hand
He landed as an only son
His mother and father said what a lovely boy
We’ll teach him what we learned
Ah yes just what we learned
We’ll dress him up warmly and
We’ll send him to school
It’ll teach him how to fight
To be nobody’s fool
Oh what a lonely boy
Oh what a lonely boy
Oh what a lonely boy
In the summer of '53 his mother
Brought him a sister
And she told him we must attend to her needs
She’s so much younger than you
Well he ran down the hall and he cried
Oh how could his parents have lied
When they said he was an only son
He thought he was the only one
Oh what a lonely boy
Oh what a lonely boy
Oh what a lonely boy
Goodbye mama, goodbye to you
Goodbye papa I’m pushing on through
He left home on a winter day 1969
And he hoped to find all the love
He had lost in that earlier time
Well his sister grew up
And she married a man
He gave her a son
Ah yes a lovely son
They dressed him up warmly
They sent him to school
It taught him how to fight
To be nobody’s fool
Oh what a lonely boy
Oh what a lonely boy
Oh what a lonely boy
Leroy, boy, is that you?
I thought your post-hangin’ days were through,
Sunk-in eyes and full of sighs,
Tell no lies, you get wise,
I tell you now we’re gonna pull you through,
There’s only one thing left that we can do.
We gotta get you a woman,
It’s like nothin’ else to make you feel sure you’re alive. We gotta get you a woman,
We better get walkin’, we’re wastin’ time talkin’ now.
Leroy, boy, you’re my friend
You say how and I’ll say when
Come and meet me down the street
Take a seat, it’s my treat
You may not ever get this chance again
That empty feeling’s just about to end.
Talkin’ ‘bout life and what it means to you,
It don’t mean nothin’ if it don’t run through
I got one thing to say, you know it’s true
You got to find some time to get this thing together.
Talkin’ 'bout things about that special one
They may be stupid but they sure are fun
I’ll give it to you while we’re on the run
Because we ain’t got time to get this thing together, 'cause we
Got to get together with a woman who has been around,
One who knows better than to let you down,
Let’s hope there’s still one left in this whole town,
And that she’ll take some time to get this thing together.
We gotta get you a woman
And when we’re through with you,
We’ll get me one too.
speaking as staff member
I suppose I should have been playing closer attention to this thread, but I notice that now people are quoting the entire lyrics of a song. Please remember that at the SDMB we frown on copyright violation, so only quote a portion of the lyrics. Thank you. end of staff member speech
I think “fair use” allows a BIT more of a hint…
“Me and you and a dog named Boo,
Travellin’ an’a living off the land.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
How I loved bein’ a free man…”
Ev’ry night I watch the lights from the house upon the hill
I love a little girl who lives up there and I guess I always will
But I don’t dare knock upon her door, ‘cause her daddy is my boss man
So I got to try to be content, to see her whenever I can, goin’
Down in the boondocks, (Clap, Clap, Clap) down in the boondocks(Clap, Clap, Clap)
People put me down, 'cause that’s the side of town I was born in
I love her, she loves me, but I don’t fit in her society
Lord have mercy on a boy from down in the boondocks(Clap, Clap, Clap)
Why is this stuck in my brain
“Come on baby let’s do the twist
Come on baby let’s do the twist
Take me by my little hand and go like this
Ee-oh twist baby baby twist
Oooh-yeah just like this
Come on little miss and do the twist”
to which I respond:
"Girl,how do you move your hips so fine?
Girl (come on time)
Work it out,right on time
Everybodys got the beat,hey look at me
Doin’ the jerk,yeah,now watch me work
Girl,now do the jerk, hey ,do the jerk…
Everybody’s doing
The brand new dance now,
Come on baby
Do the locomotion
I know you’ll get to like it
If you give it a chance now,
Come on baby
Do the locomotion
My little baby sister
Can do it with ease,
It’s easier than
Learning your ABC
So come on, come on
Do the locomotion with me
Hello, it’s me
I’ve thought about us for a long, long time
Maybe I think too much but something’s wrong
There’s something here that doesn’t last too long
Maybe I shouldn’t think of you as mine
I can tell you - it was Jolene by Dolly Parton - one of the truly awful songs of all time and you call yourself a music expert… HA!!
In the meantime…
Don’t you love farce?
My fault I fear!
I thought that you’d want what I want
I’m sorry my dear!
Quick, send in the clowns . . .
Don’t bother . . . they’re here!
Isn’t it rich, isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career!
Where are the clowns? There’s gotta be clowns!
Maybe next year.
Man, I shoulda gotten in here earlier. Funny, going thru the pages, seeing you guys hit one after another I was thinking of. Here’s about the only other early 70’s song I can quote from memory. Probably doesn’t belong here as it is a great song by a great artist.
Well I grew up quick and I grew up mean
My fists got hard and my wits got keen
I’d roam from town to town to hide my shame
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars
That I’dsearch the honky tonks and bars
And kill that son of a bitch that gave me that awful name
Good god, I remember building a scooter out of 2X4s and a metal roller skate, and riding it up and down the block singing that song. I painted it black amnd named it “The Snake.” Gawd, I was a dork.
One more before I go. Another of the giants of my youth whom (I believe) has not been mentioned yet.
I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window.
I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind.
She was my woman,
As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind.
I apologise for bringing yet another true artiste into this thread. But if I needed to prove to you that he was worthy of mention, I would have mentioned you and your pussycat nose (whoa whoa whoa)
I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum…
this concludes out tribute to one who has truly suffered for his art - Todd Rundgren
and, Rico, if’fn you’re all that smart, how come YOU didn’t post Jolene?
