Good luck on your quest!
I’m Just Wild About Animal Crackers by The California Ramblers
Another wine song…
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Jimmy Buffett: I Will Play for Gumbo
I don’t smoke, I don’t shoot smack
But I got a spicy monkey ridin’ on my back.
Don’t eat beignets, too much sugar and dough,
But I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo
I wonder if Jimmy was talking about a
Rad Gumbo by little feat
You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio on…
Sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
Money Night In New Orleans by Kermit Ruffins. Good thing beans and Orleans rhyme.
Way down in New Orleans,
the land of dreams,
Big juicy pig tails
in a pot of red beans,
on Monday night in New Orleans.
Trivia time: This was originally a tune for a song called “Christmastime in New Orleans,” but Ruffins liked the music so much he wrote lyrics to it that could be sung any time of year.
Dude just wants a tuna fish sandwich…
Lambert, Hendricks & Ross: Gimme That Wine and Home Cookin’
Marcia Ball: Red Beans
The Flirtations on their CD “Three” have a song called “Food Chain” in which they mention various foods and also declare that “tofu’s not a food.” I could not find a youtube link for the song.
Pecan Pie - Golden Smog
One More Cup Of Coffee - Bob Dylan
Malted Milk - Robert Johnson
Hot Tamales And They’re Red Hot - Robert Johnson
Heinz Baked Beans - The Who
I’ve always thought that “Jelly Roll” means marijuana in Jazz/Blues lingo. But for some that’s of course food, too.
Sugar cookie sounds so neat and harmless, but the special ingredient is “eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch” (“a pinch of Turkish hashish”).
–Tony Joe White
On a more urbane note:
“The Simple Life” by Rube Bloom and Harry Ruby
Actually, it’s 20s black slang for genitals.
I passed this thread by a few times - there are a lot of qualifying songs. But then I remembered, I can take the opportunity to try to introduce other dopers to Dat by Pluto Shervington. One of the truly great little known records. I remember a BBC DJ explaining very seriously (possibly because much of Dat is impenetrable) that the song was about Rasta Ozzy’s attempts to buy pork, which a true Rasta cannot eat (this was hot news in 1975, you realise). What some BBC inclusion officer had failed to figure out was that Pluto was trying to save money by buying pork (“dat ting dere”), so that he would be able to afford some weed. So I’m charmed by the memory of a - uh - incomplete cultural lecture form the BBC.
At the end of a long list of purchases offered by the butcher boy:
(Alright what 'bout de pork?)
Hush your mouth, mind mi brethren hear
Sell I a pound, of dat ting dere
Anyway, give it a listen. You’ll be glad you did. Hijack over.
j
Crazy true story!
I seem to recall that every song on Jill Scott’s first couple of albums was food-related or included food in the lyrics.