Then we had Tutti Frutti with "Whop bop b-luma b-lop bam bom!". Too cheap to hire a drummer?
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Then I guess you'd have to turn yourself around.what happens if the "hokie-pokie" was NOT what it was all about?
Most of us turned out just fine. Now what were we talking about. I need a snack.Not only did most lyrics not make any sense, you have to wonder about people basing their worldview on the words put down by a rock and roll music composer who likely is on drugs.
Never heard of that tune but this is a song about Rosie and it's R&R!
I worked in the County Jail. There was a speaker system that had a radio, and the inmates had to listen to whatever we listened to. Not much complaining about the Sunday Mexican hour, but boy did they complain during the Sunday Polish hour.I have a good one about music that was not appreciated by the captive audience that it was being played for....
I worked in a maximum security prison for many years and one of the lieutenants was Polish. When the convicts would act up he would play polka music over the loudspeaker system. He would announce "da muzikk" in his Buffalo Polish accent... "Dat was Little Wally an da HoopyShoopy!!! Dat was da Beer Barrel Polka by Frankie Yankovic"!!!
He would do it about once a month and the ghettoites would complain. It was hilarious.
Thats the dance mickey did on my watchwhat happens if the "hokie-pokie" was NOT what it was all about?
That was from the days when each group would sing on the streetcorners, or malt shops, and nobody had any instruments (drums, horns, saxophones, whammy'd guitars) they were still poor schoolboys. That trad carried on with beatbox-mouthed rappers. The wah-wah stompbox is from the muted horns and guitar whammy and harmonica.Then we had Tutti Frutti with "Whop bop b-luma b-lop bam bom!". Too cheap to hire a drummer?
No, dont tell me i got nothin t'doSmoking and watching captain kangaroo
Along with playing solitaire with a deck of 51No, dont tell me i got nothin t'do
"Horse with no name" wasn't C&W…. that was done by AmericaThese are old West Texas juke box songs:
"My wife ran off with my best friend and I miss him."
"If you want your beer cold, put it next to my ex-wife's heart."
"I'm not man enough to fight your man of the week."
"I gave her the ring and she gave men the finger."
"As long as I've got a face, you've got a place to sit."
And one by Kinky Friedman and his Texas Jewboys:
"Put your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed."