My Name Is La-a-ry,
My Name Is La-a-ry,
I have a mo-o-ther,
Her name is Mo-o-ther…
Wildman? anyone? anyone??
I thought your name was Inigo Montoya, I killed your father, and I should prepare to die?
Jeez, pick one already! I’m running for my life here, and then you tell me your name is Larry?
More information. Please?
When I was a wee lad, my brother had a record – Dr. Demento, I believe it was – that had that on it. It has haunted my subconscious; every so often, inexplicably, I think of it. Everyone I’ve ever mentioned it to gave me a strange look and then started backing away slowly.
So I’m not going crazy! Thank you for that…although now all I can think of is Larry…curse you!
"I have an u-un-uncle
His name is Bo-o-ob
Hi Uncle Bob!"
Yes, that was done by Larry “Wildman” Fischer, Frank Zappa’s associate.
“I have a grandmother
Her name is Grandma–Hi Grandma!!”
<cheerful old lady> Hello Laaarrry!
My best friend had that album when we were around twelve. (It was his old man’s, actually.)
Jason had this ability to latch onto a joke and repeat it until your nose bled. Seriously. I’d get that all day.
Good times.
twitch
Didn’t Larry suffer from schizophrenia or bi-polar disorder?
As I recall, he was on meds for one or the other.
He’s schizophrenic. Last I heard, he was in managed care.
I, too, find myself in a land where The Wildman is unknown. And this ‘song’ does indeed have a way of bubbling up through the memory muck and all it gets you upon recital is…well, like you said.
So I had to recite it here. Because if anyplace is likely to harbor a large concentration of people who are tuned in to Wildman’s world, it’s gonna be here.
Relax. You’re among friends. And “Frank’s got people he can thank…” and “All you’ll ever meet, are cheaters and liars…”
Also by Larry on the Dr Demento album, a song that pops into my head every year when setting up the Xmas tree:
I’m a Christmas Tree
I’m a Christmas Tree
Every year they decorate me
Then they throw me in a dumpster…
Such poignant truth in a small lyric.
That reminded me of a song my troupe sang when I was a wee Girl Guide:
Hi
My name is Joe
And I work in a button factory
I have a wife
And three kids
One day my boss came up to me
He said “Joe?”
I said “What?”
“Are ya busy?”
I said “No.”
So I pushed a button with my right hand.
Keeps repeating, except on the last line where he then pushes a button with his left hand, then left foot, then right foot, then head, then tongue. The participants copy the movements so that at the end of the song everyone is doing this insane dance while trying to sing with their tongue stuck out. At that point when the boss asks “Are ya busy?” Joe replies “YES!!!”
If you have kids, play this with 'em, they’ll love it. I’m 26 and I still get a kick out of it.
The Bus kid spent HS in one of those hyper-competitive marching band prgrams. Every summer they went away for a week in isolation for 15 hour days to learn their field show and drill. Every morning started with this song to start their calisthenics.
Mr Bus Guy - Whose name is Larry and heard that song sung endlessly and is even now hunting down Inigo for bringing it up again.