AIN'T DERE NO MORE - PART 2 - Benny Grunch & The Bunch
AIN'T DERE NO MORE - PART 2 - Benny Grunch & The Bunch
AIN'T DERE NO MORE - PART 2 - Benny Grunch & The Bunch
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BENNY GRUNCH<br />
& THE BUNCH<br />
- SONG LYRICS -<br />
INCLUDING<br />
AIN’T <strong>DERE</strong> <strong>NO</strong> <strong>MORE</strong> - <strong>PART</strong> I<br />
AIN’T <strong>DERE</strong> <strong>NO</strong> <strong>MORE</strong> - <strong>PART</strong> 2<br />
AIN’T <strong>NO</strong> PLACE TO PEE ON MARDI GRAS DAY<br />
AT THE BEACH, AT THE BEACH<br />
CHRISTMAS IN CHALMETTE<br />
EVACUATION DAY<br />
44 YEARS IN SHOW BIZ AND THIS IS FAR AS I GOT<br />
FRIDAY NITE (THE NEIGHBORHOOD MOVIE THEATERS OF NEW ORLEANS)<br />
GARBAGE NITE<br />
GOTTA GET A BAND/BRING ME BACK - <strong>PART</strong> 2<br />
IF FEBRUARY 7TH WAS ALL SAINTS DAY<br />
I GOT A USED KAZOO FOR CHRISTMAS<br />
I THINK I JUST SEEN ELVIS IN THE MILDEW ON MY WALLS<br />
METAIRIE O METAIRIE<br />
<strong>NO</strong>RRIS THE <strong>NO</strong>CTURNAL NUTRIA<br />
O LITTLE TOWN OF DESTREHAN<br />
OVER BY YOUR MAMA’N NEM<br />
RED LIGHT CAMERAS AND POTHOLES FOR AULD LANG SYNE<br />
SANTA AND HIS REINDEER GOT THEIR MODULAR HOME<br />
SANTA AND HIS REINDEER USED TO LIVE RIGHT HERE<br />
SANTA PUT THE HURT ON YOU<br />
THE CREATURE FROM THE CITY PARK LAGOON<br />
THE ELVES FINALLY RAP<br />
THE G.E.D. FIGHT SONG<br />
THE HUBIGS PIES BOOGIE WOOGIE SING ALONG FLAVOR SONG<br />
THE SPIRIT OF SMILEY LEWIS/BRING ME BACK<br />
THE TWELVE YATS OF CHRISTMAS
AIN’T <strong>DERE</strong> <strong>NO</strong> <strong>MORE</strong> - <strong>PART</strong> 1<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
Where’s the downtown stores<br />
Ain’t there no more<br />
Where’s the Schwegmann’s stores<br />
Ain’t there no more<br />
Where’s all the stores<br />
Ain’t there no more<br />
Everybody cried<br />
On the Live Eyewitness news<br />
McKenzie’s got closed down<br />
‘Cause a zink was all mildewed<br />
Well, they opened up again<br />
But while I was in line<br />
<strong>The</strong>y all closed down, but I heard they’re gonna<br />
Open one more time<br />
Just hotels, just hotels<br />
More are on the way<br />
Mr. Bingle quit at the Carlton Ritz<br />
“Cause he can’t reach the buffet..ay<br />
Krauss is gone so you can’t try on<br />
No queen-size lingerie<br />
But, watcha gonna do with K & B<br />
And Schwegmann’s gone away<br />
A & G’s ain’t there no more<br />
Mc Crory’s ain’t there no more<br />
Waterbury’s ain’t there no more<br />
Dailey’s ain’t there no more<br />
Red Goose-’a ain’t there no more<br />
<strong>The</strong>m kiddies shoes-’a ain’t there no more<br />
Godchaux’s Mens …On the second floor?<br />
That’s the one! ain’t there no more<br />
Maison Blanche and Holme’s<br />
Was just like dinosaurs<br />
That roamed out in Gentilly Woods<br />
Before it was explored<br />
Downtown a million years<br />
<strong>The</strong>n gone in just a blink<br />
MB’s and Holmes and dinosaurs<br />
Are mostly all extinct<br />
(Just hotels chorus)<br />
Lowes State show ain’t there no more<br />
Miller Wohl ain’t there no more<br />
Leonard Krower’s ain’t there no more<br />
Claiborne Towers ain’t there no more<br />
Well, Kress’s then ain’t there no more<br />
‘Was a “five and ten” ain’t there no more<br />
Old Grocery store with the …double screen door?<br />
That’s the one! Ain’t there no more<br />
Paw paw shopped at Schwegmann’s<br />
Forty years or more<br />
‘Cause Schwegmann’s had a bar-room<br />
Right there in the store<br />
Paw Paw got some French bread<br />
<strong>The</strong>n he hung around<br />
He’d walk home with the shopping cart<br />
So he wouldn’t just fall down<br />
(Just hotels chorus)<br />
Labiche’s ain’t there no more<br />
Kreeger’s ain’t there no more<br />
Stein’s is great ain’t there no more<br />
Rivergate ain’t there no more<br />
Hey, look they’re layin tracks<br />
Canal street-car is back<br />
And Rubenstein’s and Walgreens<br />
Still right there where they at<br />
(Just hotels chorus)<br />
Watcha gonna do with K & B<br />
And Schwegmann’s gone away<br />
Schwegmann’s gone away<br />
Ain’t there no more<br />
Schwegmann’s gone away<br />
Ain’t there no more<br />
(Repeat and fade)
AIN’T <strong>DERE</strong> <strong>NO</strong> <strong>MORE</strong> - <strong>PART</strong> 2<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
We’re gonna go out ‘most every night<br />
Checkin out all the Christmas lights,<br />
Ain’t Dere No More’s, got lots to say<br />
Listen up fast or get out the way<br />
I tried all night in Metry<br />
At various locals<br />
You can’t catch oysters out the<br />
West Esplanade canal<br />
So-- Spray Rudolf with a can of Off<br />
And set the house alarm<br />
We’ll go see lites in Metry<br />
And what they got that’s gone<br />
JC’s…Ain’t dere no more<br />
House of Lee’s…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Metry Ford…Ain’t dere no more<br />
On Metry Road…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Pelican Bowl…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Wrap’ N Roll…Ain’t dere no more<br />
How ‘bout the Real…Superstore<br />
That’s the one…Ain’t dere no more<br />
If your lights in St. Bernard<br />
Stay up the whole year then<br />
Just wait at least till Trick or Treat<br />
Before ya plug em in<br />
So-Spray Rudolf with a can of Off<br />
And set the house alarm<br />
We’ll go see lites in St. Bernard<br />
And what they got that’s gone<br />
Atlantic Thrift…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Drug Store was Trist…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Jerry La Vie’s…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Broom Factory…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Cow Town…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Whole thing burned down…Ain’t dere no more<br />
West’s Lumber…Cut them boards<br />
2 x 4’s…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Lakeveiw’s getting swank<br />
Coffee shops and banks<br />
And churches where they all give thanks<br />
For the streets that ain’t yet sank<br />
So-- Spray Rudolf with a can of Off<br />
We’ll go see lites in Lakeview<br />
And what they got that’s gone<br />
Rockery Inn…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Velvet Swing…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Lenfant’s in the back…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Smokehouse smoke stack…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Don’t Cook Tonight…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Call Chicken Delight…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Lakeview Show then…Harrison Drug Store<br />
Studio-A…Ain’t dere no more<br />
On St. Charles Avenue<br />
<strong>The</strong>y need some more de¢cor<br />
But Audubon Park wouldn’t be so dark<br />
If the Copelands lived next door<br />
So-- Spray Rudolf with a can of Off<br />
And set the house alarm<br />
We’ll go see lites in Uptown<br />
And what they got that’s gone<br />
Eiffel Tower…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Loretta’s Flowers…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Swan Boat…Ain’t dere no more<br />
A Schweikhardt’s float…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Beaconette…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Frank’s on Feret…Ain’t dere no more<br />
<strong>The</strong> Kiddie Store…No, that’s Broadmore!<br />
Wise’s…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Whatcha wanna see now…Across the river<br />
I’m goin back home..Comin with us<br />
Bridgebowl…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Keyhole…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Coulon’s, Borne’s…Hardware stores?<br />
Don’t tell me…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Belle Promenade Mall…Ain’t dere no more<br />
<strong>The</strong> stores ‘n all? …Ain’t dere no more<br />
Magnolia Grill…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Wego On <strong>The</strong> Hill…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Cellar Club…Ain’t dere no more<br />
It’s <strong>The</strong> Last Roundup…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Jacobson Young…Where the lights are strung<br />
We must be goin down…Carrollton<br />
Jim’s Fried Chicken…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Homeplate still kickin? …Ain’t dere no more<br />
Pelican Stadium…Ain’t dere no more
Lemme guess…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Security’s…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Rueter’s Seeds…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Cloverlands’ Cows…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Post Office Now? …Ain’t dere no more<br />
Gerard Chevrolet…(Impala 2-Door)<br />
Let me drive…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Whatcha wanna see now…Out by the lake<br />
I’m goin back home…Betta just wait<br />
<strong>The</strong> Bounty…Ain’t dere no more<br />
East End Bakery…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Schult’s got the…Fresh Hardware<br />
Bart’s…Ain’t hardly there<br />
Maggie and Smitty’s…Ain’t dere no more<br />
And all those kitties…Ain’t dere no more<br />
<strong>The</strong> My O My…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Bali Hai…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Dancing Fountains…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Just keep on countin…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Rosenberg’s…That’s <strong>The</strong> Name!<br />
18 - 25…Tu-lane<br />
Gus Betat’s, right…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Witcha’ Paw Paw’s bike…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Hadocol…Ain’t dere no more<br />
<strong>The</strong> Parades ‘n all…Ain’t dere no more<br />
Topaz…Where that went?<br />
Hi Balls…25¢<br />
Miller <strong>The</strong> Killa’…A Real Killa’ Dilla’<br />
Ain’t Dere No Mooorrre<br />
AIN’T <strong>NO</strong> PLACE TO PEE ON<br />
MARDI GRAS DAY<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
“I gotta go. I gotta go real bad.<br />
Ya’ll betta lemme inside, ya hear.”<br />
Ain’t no place to pee on Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Ain’t no place to pee on Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Mardi Gras Day.<br />
No matter what you say, no matter what you pay<br />
Ain’t no place to pee on Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Can’t pee till you get home on Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Can’t pee till you get home on Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Even if you stay ten-thousand miles away<br />
Can’t pee till you get home on Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Mardi Gras Day.<br />
You could burp, you could sneeze<br />
You could cough, and you could wheeze<br />
Wipe your nose right on your sleeve<br />
But can you pee on Mardi Gras Day?<br />
. . . . No way!<br />
You can’t pee in a taxi, that ain’t nice.<br />
That ain’t nice.<br />
OK, just this once, no more than twice.<br />
More than twice.<br />
But, if you leave a stain,<br />
you don’t have to be ashamed<br />
How you think them yella cabs<br />
they got that name?<br />
(Trombone solo)<br />
So you step outside your car ’cause ya had to go.<br />
Had to go.<br />
But they catch ya on the police video. Video.<br />
Say, “Wait, cha’ll mistaken.<br />
It’s a flood, the levee’s breakin’.<br />
And I’m evacuatin’ here with the contra-flow.”<br />
Rich folks get to pee on Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Mardi Gras Day.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y get annoyed if they can’t void on<br />
Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Mardi Gras Day.<br />
So, they’re up there on their balconies<br />
they pee all over you and me’s<br />
Rich folks get to pee on Mardi Gras Day.<br />
I said there ain’t no place to pee, etc. . .<br />
If there ain’t no stalls when nature calls,<br />
I go in front’a Gawd n’all.<br />
Ain’t no place to pee on Mardi Gras Day.<br />
Mardi Gras Day.<br />
(Big ending)
I said there ain’t no - No place to pee -<br />
On Mardi Gras Day. . .I gotta go, baby.<br />
I gotta go real bad.<br />
“But Officer, I thought the sign said Facility<br />
Street!”<br />
AT THE BEACH, AT THE BEACH<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
(Chorus parts adapted from “By <strong>The</strong> Beautiful Sea,”<br />
Harold Atteridge/Harry Carrol, BMI, Public Domain)<br />
I rode the Bug, rode the Whip, Flyin’ Scooters,<br />
and the Planes Before I outgrew Kiddie-Land,<br />
I drove the boats and trains<br />
I seen Miss New Orleans, live out on the stage<br />
I seen the Human Cannonball, fireworks displays<br />
And you could hear the Zephyr,<br />
from the parking lot It climbed up to the top. . .<br />
then it starts to drop. . .<br />
(Chorus)<br />
At the beach, at the beach,<br />
at Pontchartrain Beach<br />
We had fun, we had fun, in the rain and the heat<br />
<strong>The</strong> fun’s all done, now there’s a fence<br />
’Cause they’re workin on experiments<br />
At Pontchartrain Beach<br />
Ya just got chocolate or vanilla,<br />
and the grown-ups had a bar<br />
And I ran every red light in the Bumper Cars<br />
And you could shoot real rifles,<br />
imagine that today<br />
But it wasn’t fun as comin out the Mirror Maze<br />
<strong>The</strong> Tilt-a-Whirl was squeaky<br />
<strong>The</strong> sno-balls, they was leaky<br />
But the clown out front of Laugh-In-<strong>The</strong>-Dark<br />
Was really kinda creepy. . .<br />
(Chorus)<br />
At the beach, at the beach, at Pontchartrain<br />
Beach<br />
We had fun, we had fun, in the rain and the heat<br />
I’d even wear a coat and tie<br />
to get back in the Bali-Hai<br />
At Pontchartrain Beach<br />
<strong>The</strong> elephant and lion were the garbage cans<br />
<strong>The</strong>y’d suck the trash right out you hand<br />
<strong>The</strong> Bath House and the Light House,<br />
the girls all hangin out<br />
Takin pictures where the clown said,<br />
“Please don’t climb inside my mouth.”<br />
Can ya still hear the Wild Maus?<br />
All that clackitty-clack<br />
Comin round the corner like it’s goin off the track<br />
<strong>The</strong> Fortune Teller Lady in the Penny Arcade<br />
She could tell your fortune,<br />
butcha just got to wait. . .<br />
“Everybody in the Penny Arcade! Let’s sing<br />
along!”<br />
(Crowd Chorus)<br />
At the beach, at the beach,<br />
at Pontchartrain Beach<br />
You’ll have fun, you’ll have fun<br />
every day of the week<br />
You’ll love the thrilling rides,<br />
laugh till you split your sides<br />
At Pontchartrain Beach<br />
(Repeat Crowd Chorus)<br />
At the beach, at the beach,<br />
at Pontchartrain Beach,. . .<br />
. . . Now it’s some kinda’ research deal<br />
By the end of Elysian Fields<br />
At Pontchartrain Beach<br />
CHRISTMAS IN CHALMETTE<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s a little town straight on down<br />
<strong>The</strong> Avenue of St. Claude<br />
With Our Lady of Prompt Succor Church<br />
In the Parish of St. Bernard<br />
I have been there, got-gown in there<br />
Alas, without regret<br />
It was a special time of year…<br />
Christmas in Chalmette (whistle)<br />
You could sail to Avondale<br />
across the hemispheres<br />
Ya oughta rode the ferry boat<br />
from Lower Coast Algiers
Straight ahead at Judge Perez go right,<br />
no wait that’s wrong<br />
So turn around by Tenneco,<br />
‘cept Tenneco is gone<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s manger scenes with laser beams<br />
blinkin off and on<br />
Just pull all the stuff you want<br />
right out on your front lawn<br />
Three Wise Kinds and angels<br />
sing to wooden reindeer heads<br />
Santa pose in Elvis clothes,<br />
it’s Christmas in Chalmette<br />
Wake up Christmas mornin to TV Ninja Wars<br />
Kids in shades and roller-blades<br />
playin new guitars<br />
Some guy got some Bond-O,<br />
he’s beatin out his dents<br />
Engines turnin up a bunch’a thousand RPM’s<br />
But sometimes late on Christmas Eve<br />
a ghost or two appears<br />
It’s Jean Lafitte and you say,<br />
John hey where’s your Buccaneers<br />
Don’t get smart with ghosts<br />
you meet at Chalmette Battlefield<br />
Don’t play with them ol’ cannons,<br />
‘cause they still can shoot for real (cannon)<br />
Excuse me if I’m giddy,<br />
but let’s not go back home<br />
I’ve had drive-thru daquiris in cups of styrofoam<br />
Let’s go down the road,<br />
we’ll get crabs soft-shelled<br />
Can’t leave this time of year<br />
Traffic’s bad as hell<br />
You was late because you caught the bridge<br />
and train and then<br />
Turned around and caught the train<br />
and caught the bridge again<br />
Did you take some Polaroids<br />
of every place you’ve been<br />
And visit sacred ruins like<br />
the St. Bernard Drive-In<br />
So lemme see the pictures,<br />
what they came out bad, for true<br />
Come back again take I-510, no-huh you that too<br />
You’re luck see, it on CD and audio cassette<br />
This is it, it ain’t no (buzzer)<br />
it’s Christmas in Chalmette<br />
Christmas in Chalmette…<br />
(ring…bark…ratchet…fog horn…<br />
breaking glass…cannon)<br />
Merry Christmas, Dawlin’…<br />
EVACUATION DAY<br />
(New B. Antin lyrics) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
(Adapted from “Graduation Day,” H. Schroeder and R.<br />
Wagner, White Cliff)<br />
You know we’ll all be totally fried -<br />
If we ever leave again<br />
Ever leave again - Ever leave again<br />
Ya’ll get off the sofa. Evacuation’s near<br />
Go ahead and ride it out, but me, I’m outta here<br />
Pack some Barq’s Cream Soda,<br />
enough for several days<br />
Buy a bunch of batteries, D’s and double A’s<br />
Over on the West Bank,<br />
ya betta go save ya Mama<br />
<strong>The</strong> bridge is free for evacuees,<br />
so you’ll even save a dolla’<br />
Splat! <strong>The</strong> waves blow over the Twin Spans<br />
on I-10<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s the sign, I-59,<br />
so here we go again!<br />
Do do do do<br />
What just happened? Oh, no, it’s Contraflow!<br />
My GPS is freaking out. It don’t know where to go<br />
<strong>The</strong> radio fades way down low.<br />
Now it’s gettin’ louder<br />
It’s slow motion Twilight Zone<br />
at thirteen miles an hour<br />
Way past noon we’re just in Picayune,<br />
traffic’s at a crawl<br />
We’ll get some gas in Birmingham j<br />
ust in time for Mardi Gras<br />
Back the car up closer, over by the trees<br />
How come they got no bathrooms in Mississippi?<br />
Do do do do
I coulda been in Plaquemines,<br />
filling bags with sand<br />
I coulda went to Metry<br />
to help crank the pumps by hand<br />
Saturday I was watchin football,<br />
now Sunday I’m a refugee<br />
This woulda never happened<br />
if Nash Roberts was on TV<br />
When we stop to unpack,<br />
another one’s on the way<br />
And we will all remember,<br />
twice in one September,<br />
Evacuation Day - Evacuation, Evacuation<br />
Evacuation, Evacuation<br />
Evacuation. . . (traffic and horns). . . Day<br />
44 YEARS IN SHOW BIZ<br />
AND THIS IS FAR AS I GOT<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
Well, I been forty four years in show biz,<br />
and this is far as I got<br />
Once I shared a marquis with Brenda Lee<br />
shoulda seen it in the parking lot<br />
Always thought I’d be on the charts<br />
that’s exactly where I’m not<br />
Forty four years in show biz,<br />
and this is far as I got<br />
<strong>The</strong> transmission fell out of the tour bus<br />
in downtown Birmingham<br />
And the drummer fell out the window<br />
at the hotel in Cheyenne<br />
And I caught the flu in Kalamazoo<br />
got a rash at the old Frontier<br />
Hate to admit it but those are considered<br />
high points in my career<br />
And it’s been forty four years in show biz,<br />
and this is far as I got<br />
Had me a van with the name of the band<br />
shoulda seen it the parkin lot<br />
You’da’ thought I’d been all over the charts<br />
that’s exactly where I’m not!<br />
Forty four years and I’m still right here,<br />
and this is far as I got<br />
Well, I used to blame my agent,<br />
and the radio stations<br />
And the carbon dioxide crowd<br />
And, Lord, please save us from all bass players<br />
Who just play way too loud<br />
I’m throwin myself a party, invitin all of my friends<br />
Family and associates,<br />
who’s made me what I am<br />
Now, ya’ll hide behind the sofa<br />
and when the guest of honor arrives (“That’s me”)<br />
Time it just right, flip on the lights<br />
Everybody yell, “Surprise.”<br />
Let’s celebrate! (Guitar solo)<br />
Y’ain’t done much sinnin; you step right in.”<br />
And then he showed me to the waitin room.<br />
“See, ya’ life and your songs<br />
are so boring and long,<br />
we had to add a color cartoon.” So I said,<br />
Forty four years in show biz,<br />
and this is far as I got<br />
That’s me the marquis, and the band in the van<br />
Here’s a picture from the parkin lot<br />
I guess I got some chances,<br />
they let me shoot my shot<br />
Forty four years, I better like it here,<br />
’cause this is far as I got<br />
Well, it’s been forty four years in show biz,<br />
and this is far as I got<br />
I had some dreams, but now it seems<br />
might’a left ’em in the parkin lot<br />
Thought I’d save my wages and retire in Vegas<br />
That’s exactly where I’m not<br />
Forty four years in show biz,<br />
and this is far as I got<br />
Forty four years, I’m glad I like it here<br />
’Cause right here’s far as I got
FRIDAY NITE<br />
(THE NEIGHBORHOOD MOVIE<br />
THEATERS OF NEW ORLEANS)<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
Friday Nite. Where’d ja go?<br />
Talk about the drugstore<br />
and the neighborhood show<br />
Friday Nite, ya mama’s cookin fish-sticks<br />
Friday Nite, callin all ya side-kicks<br />
Friday Nite. Where’d Uptown go?<br />
K&B’s drugstore and the Happyhour show!<br />
Coliseum, National, Napoleon, Popla<br />
Mecca, Gallo, Fine Arts, Granada<br />
Lincoln, Laurel, Roxy, Prytania<br />
Walk in the Garden and the screen’s<br />
in the back’a ya’<br />
We don’t need no drive-in speakers<br />
Hangin on the window lettin in mosquitos<br />
We don’t need no all-star cast<br />
We ain’t goin Downtown, we ain’t hi-class<br />
It’s just Gentilly, butcha betta be good<br />
’Cause the Fox and the Tiger’s by Gentilly Woods<br />
Kenilworth Cinema, Peacock show<br />
<strong>The</strong> Plaza, the Pitt, Luigi’s, Taco-Tico<br />
Nico’s, Zeros, Jujubes,<br />
Step right up say, “One child, please.”<br />
Friday Nite, ya mama’s cookin fish-sticks<br />
Friday Nite, callin all ya side-kicks<br />
Friday Nite. Where’d Metry go?<br />
Zesto’s ice cream, and the Areon show!<br />
Lakeside One-Two, the Jeff, Arrow<br />
<strong>The</strong> Metry, Grand, Joy’s, the Patio<br />
Galleria, Rivertown, Rocky Horror, Sena Mall<br />
Cinema 8, Esplanade, pretty much seen all a ya’ll<br />
(Bridge) We don’t need no. . .<br />
Dreamland, Happyland, Pics, and the Town<br />
De’ruin’s, Famous, Delta, and the Crown<br />
<strong>The</strong> Arabi, the Violet, the Bijou on Poland<br />
<strong>The</strong> Dolla’ Show’s a dollar.<br />
And Gawd bless the Nola<br />
Frost Top root beer, one to go<br />
Cross the street to the Arabi show<br />
Friday Nite, ya mama’s cookin fish-sticks<br />
Friday Nite, callin all ya side-kicks<br />
Friday Nite. Where’d Lakeview go?<br />
Harrison Drugstore and the Lakeview show!<br />
<strong>The</strong>y had the Lakeview, the Beacon,<br />
the Robert E. Lee<br />
That’s all they had?! Yep, just those three<br />
But the Carrollton, Cortez, Ashton, Imperial<br />
Right in Mid City by the Bell, and Escorial<br />
(Bridge)<br />
We don’t need no. . .<br />
Circle, Delta, Rivoli-Ravolee<br />
Isis, Gaiety, Tivoli-Tavolee<br />
<strong>The</strong> Clabon’s gone, the Carver ain’t around<br />
And the I-10’s up on the neutral ground<br />
King Creole, <strong>The</strong> Shrinking Man<br />
Tammy, Gidget, Yosemite Sam<br />
Friday Nite, ya mama’s cookin fish-sticks<br />
Friday Nite, callin all ya side-kicks<br />
Friday Nite. Where’d the Westbank go?<br />
Abalon <strong>The</strong>atre, R-N-O Late Show!<br />
Gordon, Gem, Oakwood, Hollywood<br />
Royal, Beverly, Westside, Folly<br />
Would ja’ go to the Algy, Hut to the Tower?<br />
All gone, nada, like the Belle Promanad’a<br />
Friday Nite, the Lake and the Star<br />
Friday Nite, over on the Northshore<br />
Friday Nite. If we all could still go<br />
Friday Nite. To ya neighborhood show. . . .
GARBAGE NITE<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
“OK, all you coolest of cats and ladies.<br />
Direct from a three night gig at Martin Brothers<br />
on St. Claude,<br />
with tonight’s first recitation is ‘<strong>Benny</strong> Bartlow and<br />
<strong>The</strong> Existential Lucky Dog Trio.’Go ahead, <strong>Benny</strong>.<br />
Make us one-with-everything. . .”<br />
South from the mouth of the Orleans Canal<br />
all the way to Avondale Homes<br />
Brave young men walk into the dark<br />
down to the curb all alone<br />
Some start at seven, others later, eleven<br />
and probably for the rest of their lives<br />
On a job they must keep, twice every week<br />
on accounta’ it’s Garbage Nite<br />
Before halogen lighting, before recycling<br />
when trash cans had rust and dents<br />
Garbage had class, Coke bottles were glass<br />
their deposit worth all of two cents<br />
No rubber-made cans with slots for your hands<br />
no neutral colors, no wheels<br />
And when drug on cement,they howled in discontent<br />
A real man’s garbage can made of steel<br />
(Very-cool, be-bop chorus)<br />
A no-special-knowledge<br />
or community college job for the rest of your life<br />
Show you’re a man. Drag out them cans,<br />
on accounta’ it’s Garbage Nite<br />
Now the bags could be drastic,<br />
not yet made of plastic,<br />
just grocery bags, paper, light brown<br />
And they were super-absorbent.<br />
That sounds real important,<br />
but not when you’ve got hot coffee grounds<br />
<strong>The</strong> KB bags were purple, but still never worked<br />
till you’d double’em up the small to the largest.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y smelled drug-store clean,<br />
but burst at the seam<br />
KB bags was no place for garbage<br />
So, ya gotta’ think fast.<br />
Set that bag down in the grass,<br />
but the grass is all wet, oh, that’s wrong.<br />
Out comes old TV dinners,<br />
and used up creme-rinses<br />
now you got garbage all over the lawn<br />
Fish-sticks, Air-wicks,<br />
a Classic Comic “Moby Dick,”<br />
burned up Easy Pop popcorn,<br />
And it’s startin to smell like oyster-shell-hell<br />
bad as West End on Saturday mornin<br />
(Very-cool, be-bop chorus)<br />
<strong>The</strong>n you got roaches big as<br />
Greyhound coaches,<br />
the smart ones that run, jump, and fly<br />
Can you feel the pressure?<br />
<strong>The</strong>y’re comin to get’cha’<br />
You can hear ’em in a small box of Tide<br />
OK, you roaches. This here’s buenos noches,<br />
I’m packin a can of Gulf-Spray<br />
<strong>The</strong>n blast ’em up plenty, they’re holed up<br />
in a empty half-gallon of Gallo Tokay<br />
Though you feel like the Loan Ranger,<br />
’cause these hombres are dangerous,<br />
there’s a yell through the back window fan,<br />
“Hey, that’s for the mosquitoes -<br />
now they all gonna eat us<br />
Don’t waste no Gulf-Spray<br />
in them old garbage cans”<br />
(Very-cool, be-bop chorus)<br />
One more time! (Very-very cool, be-bop chorus,<br />
with “bop- bop-ba’-dee-dot” lyrics)<br />
Well, now it’s way past twenty,<br />
past forty was plenty,<br />
past fifty years takin out the trash<br />
Down the alley, out front, in the back,<br />
where ever you want it.<br />
I’ll step in and give it a smash<br />
And to you who entrusted<br />
those first dented and rusted<br />
garbage cans into my young hands<br />
If it’s Garbage Nite. . .Yeah, ya rite. . .<br />
I’m still your Garbage Man<br />
(Very-very-very cool “bop-bop-ba’-dee-dot” slowswing<br />
chorus)<br />
On accounta’ it’s Garbage Nite. . .yeahhhh
“. . .I think I’ve heard these cats before. . .<br />
out in San Bernadino. . .”<br />
GOTTA GET A BAND/BRING ME<br />
BACK - <strong>PART</strong> 2<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
(This, also, is the original audio version from 1974. No<br />
enhancements, no fillers or artificial ingredients. For<br />
betta’ or worse’a - here it is.)<br />
Yeah, wasn’t too long ago; maybe it was.<br />
Ridin down Canal Boulevard<br />
on my Simplex, pulled<br />
into Rockery Inn to try out my straight pipes.<br />
<strong>The</strong> parkin lot was full -<br />
Chuggin’ Chariots, Road Rebels<br />
were there. But all the cars<br />
with the finest girls had<br />
names on the back,<br />
like Jokers, Corvettes, Contours.<br />
So I figured right then and there -<br />
if I was ever gonna get any chicks,<br />
I Gotta Get A Band.<br />
So first ya need a name,<br />
ain’t gonna be easy ’cause all the<br />
good ones are used up<br />
Counts, Saxons, Emperors, Nobles.<br />
Gotta be original -<br />
Esquires, Skyliners. Let’s see. . .<br />
<strong>The</strong> Beatles. . .nahh,<br />
a name like that’d never make it.<br />
Uhh, Edsels...yeah,<br />
<strong>The</strong> Edsels. Now, that’s a name,<br />
a name that could go on forever.<br />
Now, I know a band doesn’t just<br />
happen over night;<br />
gotta get some clothes,<br />
get some coats from the Hollywood<br />
Tailors on Rampart Street.<br />
Got to go to Dr. Schreiber’s to get<br />
some sunglasses for when I sing<br />
“Tell Me What I Say.”<br />
I wonder if ya gotta be in the<br />
Musicians Union to wear<br />
sunglasses? Seen a guitar in the window at<br />
Abe’s, a set of<br />
bongo drums. Yeah, that’s all you need.<br />
Anything else, we’ll<br />
get it from the Eagle Loan Company.<br />
And that’ll be it. . .’cept maybe<br />
five or six saxophone players.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n ya gotta figure what songs ya gonna play.<br />
If we work at Sacred Heart<br />
we’re gonna need a lotta fast<br />
dances at the beginning of the night,<br />
’cause all the girls’ll<br />
be dancin together.<br />
We’ll do “Ten Thousand Dollar Reward,”<br />
“Call Me <strong>The</strong><br />
Fat Man,” Shirley and Lee things like<br />
“Feel So Good,”<br />
and “Good Times Roll.” Later, when the guys start<br />
dancin, we can do<br />
“Big Diamonds,” “Walkin Slowly<br />
From You Darlin’,”<br />
do the whole Johnny Ace album,<br />
“Valley Of Tears,” and “Taint It <strong>The</strong> Truth.”<br />
How about makin a record.<br />
Bound to make out then.<br />
Girls dig bands with hit records.<br />
I heard Jimmy Clanton<br />
and Frankie Ford make records<br />
at a place called Cosmo’s,<br />
on Governor Nicholls Street.<br />
Think a’ that, live appearances with<br />
Jack <strong>The</strong> Cat, Saturday<br />
Hop, on stage at Pontchartrain Beach<br />
with a big rock’n roll<br />
show with Roland Stone.<br />
Man, we might even get big<br />
enough some day to play<br />
the Saint Anthony dance.<br />
I know if I had a record out,<br />
Poppa Stoppa would play it.<br />
Maybe <strong>The</strong> Hound Dog,<br />
or Dan Diamond’d play it.<br />
Try to get Herb Holiday.<br />
All my friends would call up and<br />
request it on WJMR and WJBW.<br />
It’ll be on a big national<br />
label like Minit or Ace.<br />
Make a lotta money.<br />
When I make
a lotta money, I’m gonna sell my Cushman Eagle.<br />
Sell it?...I’ll give it away.<br />
I’m gonna get me a Harley Hummer. Hummer?!<br />
I’m gonna get me a One-Sixty-Five.<br />
Can’t miss, there’s so many places to play -<br />
Redemptorist, St. Henry’s CYO,<br />
Metairie Lodge, Germania Hall,<br />
and <strong>The</strong> Walnut Room<br />
out by the Lakefront Airport.<br />
When we get older<br />
we can play big time night clubs, take<br />
<strong>The</strong> Sparks place at <strong>The</strong> Swamp Room.<br />
Opposite Danny White at <strong>The</strong> Safari,<br />
do <strong>The</strong> Alibi, set up<br />
an autograph table at Natal’s,<br />
<strong>The</strong> Sabu, <strong>The</strong> Sands<br />
on Saint Charles, play real late jam sessions at<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brass Rail,<br />
and <strong>The</strong> Monkey Bar.<br />
We’ll be too famous to hang around<br />
<strong>The</strong> College Inn.<br />
After the jobs, we’ll all go over to Pappa Joe’s.<br />
Bobby Mitchell - Big Boy Miles - <strong>Benny</strong> Spellman<br />
-<br />
Ernie K Doe - Frogman - Esqurita -<br />
Tommy Ridgley -<br />
Earl King - Sugar Boy and <strong>The</strong> Sugar Lumps -<br />
Eddie Bo -<br />
What we need here is a battle of the bands -<br />
Somebody call up Earl Stanley<br />
IF FEBRUARY 7TH WAS ALL<br />
SAINTS DAY<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
Saint Charles has got a Hotel, he’s got a Avenue<br />
Saint Joan of Arc saved Orleans,<br />
we’re Orleans #2<br />
Saint Joseph’s got the altars,<br />
the cookies and the cake<br />
Saint Christopher watches over you<br />
when drivin ’cross the Lake<br />
<strong>The</strong>y done alota’ miracles, long-long ago<br />
But if they’d pitch in and help us<br />
win another Super Bowl<br />
We’d visit the Archbishop,<br />
and ’fess-up all our sins<br />
<strong>The</strong>n take him out to dinner,<br />
cross the street at College Inn<br />
We’re askin Mother Superior if she thinks it’s OK<br />
If February 7th was All Saints Day<br />
All Saints Day - All Saints Day -<br />
If February 7th was All Saints Day<br />
Saint Peter and Saint Paul Street, Saint Louis to<br />
Saint Ann Saint John’s Court, Saint Ferdinand<br />
Saint Maurice, a nice little street<br />
that goes across Saint Claude<br />
Just a couple’a blocks<br />
from the parish of Saint Bernard<br />
We promise to put up the street signs<br />
and patch up all the holes<br />
If they help again and let us win<br />
another Super Bowl<br />
We’ll still bring flowers to the cemetery<br />
Butcha might hear somethin out the ordinary<br />
It’s just a little cheering from those<br />
who’ve passed away<br />
If February 7th was All Saints Day<br />
All Saints Day - All Saints Day -<br />
If February 7th was All Saints Day<br />
Saint Anthony’s on Canal Street,<br />
Saint Anthony’s, West Bank, too<br />
I know just what I’m talkin ’bout,<br />
I went to Catlick’ school<br />
Saint Francis Xavier, Metry Road;<br />
Saint Francis, Destrehan<br />
Saint Rita’s school on Fontainbleau;<br />
Saint Rita’s, Harahan<br />
We’d be on best behavior, or make the honor-roll<br />
Even pay up our tuition, for another Super Bowl<br />
All etc. . . All etc. . . All etc. . .<br />
If February 7th was All - Saints - Day
I GOT A USED KAZOO<br />
FOR CHRISTMAS<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
I got a used kazoo for Christmas (kazoos)<br />
It’s kinda smooshed<br />
but what’s the difference (kazoo)<br />
I don’t lend it out to strangers (kazoo)<br />
Kazoos are hardly ever dangerous (kazoo)<br />
I’m fixin a sammich to send to Santa (Fa la)<br />
Delta air-freight through Atlanta (Fa la)<br />
Don’t need to be refrigerated (Fa la)<br />
‘Cause I just now accidently ate it (Fa la)<br />
Hey Baby, kick it for me!<br />
I’m asked to sing with the<br />
Yacht Club Chorus (Fa la)<br />
<strong>The</strong> Commodore will just adore us (Fa la)<br />
<strong>The</strong> members say we’re all improving (Fa la)<br />
Perhaps, I’ll even shake-my-groove-thing (Fa la)<br />
(Opera Lady & Sammich guy (Fa la)<br />
So every day and all night long (Car alarm)<br />
I set-off my car alarm (Car alarm)<br />
<strong>The</strong> neighbors yelled, “Hey get a job!” (Car alarm)<br />
<strong>The</strong>n turned into an angry mob (Car alarm)<br />
(Kazoo and Car alarm play<br />
O Come All Ye Faithful)<br />
I shouldn’t have no carbonation (Fa la & burps)<br />
Says so on my medication (Fa la & burps)<br />
I was at this party having a soda (Fa la & burps)<br />
La burp la la burp, la la burp (Fa la & burps)<br />
A warm root-beer, then a diet-cola (Fa la & burps)<br />
(Kazoo Kid, Opera Lady & Car alarm Fa la)<br />
I got a part time job this fall (Kazoo)<br />
I’m a reindeer at the mall (Kazoo)<br />
I wear hoffies on my toes (Kazoo)<br />
And a light with batteries up my nose (Kazoo)<br />
(Raindeer girl with batteries in her nose, Opera<br />
Lady, Sammich guy & Kazoo Fa la)<br />
(Everybody joins in)<br />
I got a used kazoo for Christmas (kazoos)<br />
It’s kinda smooshed<br />
but what’s the difference (kazoo)<br />
I don’t lend it out to strangers (kazoo)<br />
Kazoos are hardly ever dangerous (kazoo)<br />
(Everybody Fa la)<br />
(Everybody Fa la)<br />
I THINK I JUST SEEN ELVIS IN<br />
THE MILDEW ON MY WALLS<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
I know that it ain’t Jesus,<br />
’cause he don’t wear sunglasses<br />
It’s way too tall, not small at all,<br />
it ain’t Jacqueline Onassis<br />
Too dark for Michael Jackson,<br />
too light to be Ray Charles. . .<br />
I think I just seen Elvis in the mildew on my walls<br />
Well, ya heard about the flood,<br />
left us up to here in crud<br />
Ya heard about the sludge and all the lootin<br />
So I went back in with Draino,<br />
Mop’n’Glo, and Brillo<br />
<strong>The</strong>n mixed me up some Oxyclean solution<br />
But while bagless vacuum cleanin’,<br />
suddenly I seen it<br />
Made my 20 Mule Team Borax turn cold<br />
Underneath the portrait<br />
of my Uncle Eddie’s trailer<br />
I shouldn’t tell nobody else,<br />
but what the heck, here goes!<br />
I know that it ain’t Jesus,<br />
’cause he don’t wear sunglasses<br />
It’s way too tall, not small at all,<br />
it ain’t Jacqueline Onassis<br />
Too dark for Michael Jackson,<br />
too light to be Ray Charles. . .<br />
I think I just seen Elvis in the mildew on my walls<br />
Now here comes television cameras,<br />
reporters gone bananas<br />
We got Homeland Security and FEMA<br />
Scientists takin samples,<br />
the crowds all wavin candles<br />
And a senior group on a bus from Pasadena
<strong>The</strong> Star, <strong>The</strong> Insider, <strong>The</strong> National Inquirer<br />
Satellite and Newstalk Radio<br />
Some network lady with the perfect hair says,<br />
“Quiet now, goin on the air<br />
Live with breaking news at ten,<br />
here’s what we know -<br />
“We know that it ain’t Jesus, ’<br />
cause he don’t wear sunglasses<br />
It’s way too tall, not small at all,<br />
ain’t Jacqueline Onassis<br />
Too dark for Michael Jackson,<br />
too light to be Ray Charles. . .<br />
We think we just seen Elvis<br />
in the mildew on his walls”<br />
“Now look,” I finally said, “hey ya’ll,<br />
ya drive me up this wall.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>n I washed the whole thing off,<br />
and they never come back no more<br />
I said, “Man, I’m glad that’s over.<br />
Sure wish I had a sofa.”<br />
And for the first time since the flood<br />
I closed the door<br />
Behind it was this note some looters musta wrote<br />
Said, “Sorry, but there wasn’t much to steal.”<br />
But underneath that painting<br />
hat says Uncle Eddie’s Trailer, Something kinda<br />
creeped us out, so we left it hang right here -<br />
Here’s the deal,<br />
“We know that it ain’t Jesus,<br />
’cause he don’t wear sunglasses<br />
It’s way too tall, not small at all,<br />
ain’t Jacqueline Onassis<br />
Too dark for Michael Jackson,<br />
too light to be Ray Charles. . .<br />
I think we just seen Elvis<br />
in the mildew on your walls”<br />
I think I just seen Elvis in the mildew on my walls<br />
METAIRIE O METAIRIE<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> ‘<strong>Grunch</strong> Antin) ©2003 Anzel-Anzel, BMI<br />
Metairie O Metairie, Take Veterans go Westerly<br />
Startin from Lake Avenue,<br />
Wavin to construction crews<br />
Ya betta not get jet propelled,<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s Kenner Cops past Roosevelt<br />
But Metry Cops O Metry Cops,<br />
<strong>The</strong>y don’t make no traffic stops<br />
<strong>The</strong>y don’t file police reports,<br />
At the Bucktown Civil District Court<br />
<strong>The</strong>y don’t send out for onion rings,<br />
‘Cause Metry Cops... Ain’t no such thing<br />
And that’s how come we’ll never watch,<br />
A cable show called Metry Cops<br />
Chasin guys like the ones you see,<br />
In undershirts on Real TV<br />
Metairie, Metairie, M-E-T-A-I-R-I-E<br />
That’s the way that it’s supposed to be,<br />
But me; I say Metry<br />
Lakeside Mall O Lakeside Mall,<br />
Looka that big crowd n’all<br />
In tennis shoes at mornin’ time,<br />
walkin fast for exercise<br />
I’m keepin up but it’s gettin wierd,<br />
Walkin fast while you’re drinkin beer<br />
So I’m checkin out rhe parkin lot,<br />
A zillion yellow parkin spots<br />
<strong>The</strong>y’re puttin up the Christmas star,<br />
And viewing stands for Mardi Gras<br />
Metry Cabs O Metry Cabs,<br />
Get mad when you eat boiled crabs<br />
Jumbo shrimps that’s barbequed,<br />
Sno-balls that make your teeth turn blue<br />
But Metry cabs get really glad,<br />
When ya’ wanna’ go to...”Beau Revadge”?<br />
(Metairie, Metairie...chorus)<br />
Grocery stores O Grocery stores,<br />
Caution Automatic Doors !<br />
I went to <strong>The</strong> Real Supa Store, I forgot...<br />
Ain’t Dere No More<br />
I’m tryin to improve my mind,<br />
Readin tabloids in the check-out line
I read that Harry Lee was the chauffera,<br />
Waitin outside for Operha<br />
She was chowin down at Sal ‘n Sams,<br />
With Elvis and a alien<br />
(Metairie, Metairie...chorus)<br />
Metry Lawn O Metry Lawn,<br />
Great place to go when you are gone<br />
By the end of I-610,<br />
Right there by your Mamma,n Nem<br />
That’s where I’ll take my final bow,<br />
But maybe not just right right now<br />
(Metairie, Metairie...chorus)<br />
Metairie, Metairie; 834- and 833-<br />
Sorry you caught termites in your trees,<br />
But I still like Metry<br />
Metairie, Metairie;<br />
Where ya’ hardly never ever freeze<br />
But when I got my allergies, I can still say Metry<br />
I just say Metry; Me, I say Metry<br />
<strong>NO</strong>RRIS THE<br />
<strong>NO</strong>CTURNAL NUTRIA<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
Norris was a Nutria<br />
Who could not get to sleep<br />
Playin on the lawn all night long<br />
At #3 Cypress Tree<br />
Norris thought he was way too big<br />
To stay on his own front lawn<br />
He swam in the dark to West End Park<br />
And tunneled into a restaurant<br />
Momma and Daddy sat Norris down<br />
With his pals on the nutrial-ground<br />
Hey it’s Christmas time,<br />
if you’re not gonna sweat it<br />
Layin wide awake in the nest ain’t gonna get it<br />
Every kid who grows, Santa knows<br />
Every time they sleep and eat<br />
If you can’t find sheep, ya better count Jeeps<br />
Or try warm milk with Nutria Sweet, they said<br />
Norris, you’re a Nocturnal Nutria<br />
Norris, don’t know what we’re gonna do witcha’<br />
Norris, better think about your futura<br />
You and all your pals, out in the canals<br />
Swimmin after dark at West End Park<br />
We don’t know where you’re goin<br />
We don’t know where you been<br />
But Santa don’t come till you’re really tucked in<br />
Norris at bed time Christmas Eve<br />
Made a stretch, did some yawns<br />
Set the alarm, put his jammies on<br />
Brushed his teeth till they were nice and orange<br />
Norris wrote a Santa note<br />
He wants a watch, a soccer ball<br />
A jet-ski boat so he can float<br />
In Reverse and Drive and Nutrial<br />
Poor little Norris gotta be nocturnal<br />
Sittin up in bed with the Ladies Home Journal<br />
Tried CNN, elevator-FM<br />
That’s when he thought he heard Santa come in<br />
It was just a frog on the living room log<br />
Santa stopped to take his pill<br />
‘Fore he had to tromp through<br />
the whole wide swamp<br />
Santa fell asleep at the Bar & Grill<br />
(Norris chorus)<br />
(West-End chorus)<br />
Now it’s light of day, check out Santa’s sleigh<br />
It’s full of dings from the parking lot<br />
And Mrs. Clause don’t like no bars<br />
But Santa knew he had to make on more stop<br />
So not it’s mornin, Norris is snoring<br />
Santa looked at his lap-top screen<br />
Norris didn’t pout, he kinda watched out<br />
Guess I’ll go ahead and leave him everything,<br />
he said<br />
Norris, you’re a Nocturnal Nutria<br />
Norris, don’t know what we’re gonna do witch<br />
Norris, this is what I got for ya
A night-time pass to the Sno-Ball Stand<br />
An underwater watch with an alligator band<br />
Gotcha soccer ball, no jet-ski yet<br />
But here’s a little nutria size bullet proof vest<br />
(Norris chorus)<br />
(West-End chorus)<br />
O LITTLE TOWN OF DESTREHAN<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin)© Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
O Little Town of Destrehan<br />
You’re still just about three miles<br />
From end to end where I-310<br />
Has large and small reptiles<br />
Yet way out on the Interstate<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s everlasting light<br />
It’s gas they blow from Shell Norco<br />
You see it every night<br />
Plantations grand, O there they stand<br />
<strong>The</strong> stuff they used to grow<br />
Was southern-fried and quick freeze-dried<br />
Two centuries ago<br />
If you’re too poor to take a tour<br />
And don’t have time to wait<br />
Try new Sarpy’s US Post Office<br />
Seven double-O Seven Eight<br />
Yes…they, really jam in Destrehan<br />
But that’s not all there is<br />
Ormand Estates’ a real great place<br />
To bring up all your kids<br />
And in the dark you’ll find it<br />
If it’s late don’t make a sound<br />
‘Cause they’ve got class and lots of cash<br />
So they get a neutral-ground<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s Pakistan and Big Cheyenne<br />
Rio Grande and Bantustan<br />
Harahan to Tammany<br />
And Clarence Frogman Henry<br />
But if you get lost in Destrehan<br />
And don’t know where you are<br />
Take a right at any light<br />
But don’t get out your car<br />
If something dark and slimy<br />
With teeth is in your seat<br />
You did just fine, you’re on Airline<br />
In the swamp across the street<br />
So good night, little Destrehan<br />
Give us a big go-cup<br />
We gave away the mosquito spray<br />
And the kids are all bit up<br />
But guess who’s going on a cruise<br />
Before we get to old<br />
To Disneyland of Afghanistan<br />
Which ever one’s not closed<br />
Guess I’ll never see Afghanistan<br />
It it ain’ on River Road.<br />
OVER BY YOUR MAMA’N NEM<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
In the summer we’d wait on the screen porch<br />
For the song that the ice cream truck played<br />
Run getcha nickels, to buy ya popsicles<br />
Sometimes he’d pass twice a day<br />
<strong>The</strong>n we would drag chairs out on the front lawn,<br />
<strong>The</strong> metal ones that were round on the back<br />
Sometimes they’d be yellow,<br />
now they’re just rusty metal<br />
<strong>The</strong> sidewalk had grass through the cracks<br />
Over By Your Mama’n Nem,<br />
Over By Your Mama’n Nem<br />
You wish you could go, butcha can’t no more<br />
Over By Your Mama’n Nem<br />
Remember how ya took lotsa buses<br />
And ya probably never been on a plane<br />
Did’ja start some vacations<br />
at the Greyhound Station<br />
Your relatives came down on the train<br />
Did your uncle pull up in his big car<br />
<strong>The</strong> dashboard was covered with chrome<br />
<strong>The</strong> radio stations had autolocations<br />
Hard to believe they’re all gone<br />
(Chorus)
Over By Your Mama’n Nem,<br />
Over By Your Mama’n Nem<br />
You wish you could go, butcha can’t no more<br />
Over By Your Mama’n Nem<br />
<strong>The</strong> clothes on the line, a new silver dime<br />
<strong>The</strong> Fuller Brush Man, the attic fan<br />
<strong>The</strong> grocery store had a double screen door<br />
Run the hose on your slide,<br />
your street seemed so wide<br />
Your house might have been on the corner<br />
Just three or four doors away<br />
Maybe that spot next to the old vacant lot<br />
<strong>The</strong> one where we hung out all day<br />
(Chorus)<br />
Over By Your Mama’n Nem,<br />
Over By Your Mama’n Nem<br />
You wish you could go, butcha can’t no more<br />
Over By Your Mama’n Nem<br />
(Repeat chorus)<br />
Over By Your Mama’n Nem,<br />
Over By Your Mama’n Nem<br />
You wish you could go, butcha can’t no more<br />
Over By Your Mama’n Nem<br />
RED LIGHT CAMERAS AND POT-<br />
HOLES FOR AULD LANG SYNE<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
Adapted from “Auld Lang Syne”, by Scottish poet Robert<br />
Burns (1759-1796)<br />
Has all the maintenance been forgot<br />
on the cameras fighting crime.<br />
Instead there’s cameras on red-lights;<br />
till we’re all hit from behind.<br />
Till we’re all hit from behind (rear ended!).<br />
All hit from behind.<br />
Ya’ wait for a picture of ya’ license plate. (<strong>The</strong>n)<br />
pay a fine for auld lang syne.<br />
Could all the storm-drains be so clogged,<br />
they can’t never drain the rain.<br />
<strong>The</strong> pumps all pump but the water wont dump<br />
into Lake Pontchartrain.<br />
What’s clogging up the drains this year?<br />
What’s clogging up our drains?<br />
Might be the missing evidence<br />
from the Courthouse on Tulane.<br />
Our deepest potholes go “ker-schplott”<br />
when they swallow compact cars.<br />
We need the “S.U.V.-Curiosity”,<br />
like they drive around on Mars.<br />
Like we’re drivin’ round on Mars down here.<br />
Like we’re drivin’ round on Mars.<br />
And ya’ know it’s bad. Now I’m really sad.<br />
We got more potholes than bars.<br />
For all the potholes, all the drains.<br />
All the red light camera fines.<br />
We get to sneak a peak, three days a week.<br />
At the Times Picayune for Auld Lang Syne.<br />
SANTA AND HIS REINDEER GOT<br />
THEIR MODULAR HOME<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> <strong>Grunch</strong> Antin)© Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
“All aboard for the Siberian Express.<br />
If you got a problem with bein’ frightfully cold,<br />
and you ridin’ this train?<br />
Baby, you ‘bout to have a bad day.”<br />
Santa got a loan, got a modular home, and the<br />
reindeer shouted out with glee...”Yeahhh!<br />
Man, let’s blow this popsicle stand,<br />
and move someplace we ain’t gotta’ freeze.”<br />
So they packed the sleigh tight,<br />
UPS’d it Overnite; Santa said<br />
“Everybody dress warm,<br />
On account we’re gonna catch<br />
<strong>The</strong> Siberian Express.<br />
That sled’s gonna’ be there<br />
10:00AM tomorrow mornin’.”<br />
Santa and his reindeer got their modular home<br />
and their movin in right next door.<br />
Said, it’s too cold up here for even reindeers’<br />
ears. We don’t wanna’ be cold no more.<br />
Mrs. Claus was in Florida on Christmas vacation.<br />
Left the elves by themselves at the<br />
Amtrack Station, through sleet, snow, and hail.
And the Road Home check is in the mail.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Road Home check is in the mail.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y rode that train through Siberian terrain,<br />
as they told some North Pole stories,<br />
Like wearin’ ice skates across the Bearing Straits.<br />
And Rudolf led a dog sled<br />
through Yukon Territory.<br />
Came in through Montana to North Alabama,<br />
where they manufacture modular homes.<br />
Put it on the truck, everybody wished ‘em luck.<br />
Santa’s at the wheel with the CB microphone.<br />
Santa and his reindeer...etc...<br />
Mrs. Claus...etc...<br />
(Santa plays harmonica)<br />
Santa got a loan, got a modular home, and the<br />
reindeer shouted out with glee...”Yeahh!<br />
Man, let’s can this popsicle stand, and move<br />
someplace we ain’t gotta’ freeze...Yeah!”<br />
Santa and his reindeer...etc...<br />
Sleet, snow, hale. And the Road Home<br />
check is in the mail.<br />
Santa and his reindeer...etc...<br />
If we miss the Polar mammals<br />
we’ll turn on the Travel Channel...<br />
Santa and his reindeer...etc...<br />
It’s too cold up here for little reindeers...<br />
“Listen up, everybody.<br />
e got celebrity passengers on the train today,<br />
Santa and his reindeer. Let’s hear it for ‘em.<br />
(clap-clap-clap...)<br />
Say, Santa where ya’ll headed to?”<br />
“Well, we’re all movin down to New-Orleens.<br />
Might get a little storm.<br />
But it shure is warm!” (“Ha ha ha ha ha ha...”)<br />
SANTA AND HIS REINDEER USED<br />
TO LIVE RIGHT HERE<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
Siding on the sides, washer in the rear<br />
Santa and his reindeer used to live right here<br />
Here’s a Christmas story t<br />
hatcha probably didn’t know<br />
Like most Christmas stories<br />
happened long time ago<br />
In a renovated double near<br />
Broad and St. Bernard<br />
Lived a fat little hippy with some livestock<br />
in his yard<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was elves in and out, a refrigerated van<br />
People thought it was a day-care<br />
or a Sno-Ball stand<br />
Been a bunch of tenants, been a bunch of years<br />
But Santa and his reindeer used to live right here<br />
Time Saver save time, spent a lot of dimes<br />
Reindeer need a lot of Icees in the summertime<br />
Working through the rain,<br />
through Betsy’s Hurricane<br />
Wasn’t just playin no reindeer games<br />
Blitzen went to McDonaugh,<br />
Rudolf went to Colton School<br />
It was rough bein reindeer<br />
‘fore reindeer were cool<br />
Dasher went to Warren Easton,<br />
Donna went to Sacret Heart<br />
She didn’t make the dances<br />
but they’d meet in City Park<br />
Porch in the front, yard in the back<br />
Still got toys in the attic in the sack<br />
Siding on the sides, washer in the rear<br />
Santa and his reindeer used to live right here<br />
Sold a little toys, paid a little rent<br />
Made deliveries on the street car,<br />
it was only seven cents<br />
<strong>The</strong>y needed somethin’ bigger<br />
for a bigger operation<br />
Doin lotta Greyhound Waitin-At-<strong>The</strong>-Station<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were looking at a four-door Oldsmobile<br />
Instead bought a sleigh out the News On Wheels
Added power-steering, added power-brakes<br />
Had that sled painted red at Fact-O-Bake<br />
It would magically propel, but park parallel<br />
But you know Rudolf,<br />
he don’t wanna wear no helmet<br />
Traffic, weather, “we really wanna stay”<br />
Oh, Santa’s pretty tired<br />
getting his sleigh towed away<br />
Ok, you know where they went,<br />
OK you know it’s cold up there<br />
Ok, you know it’s in the middle of everywhere<br />
I wanna make it plain, I wanna make it clear<br />
Santa and his reindeer used to live right here<br />
(rap chorus)<br />
(sing chorus)<br />
(rap chorus)<br />
(sing chorus)<br />
SANTA PUT THE HURT ON YOU<br />
(R. Lewis) (Adaptation: <strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin) ©Anzel<br />
Anzel, BMI<br />
Ain’t no use in getting up early this mornin<br />
Santa put the hurt on you<br />
Might as well go back to sleep and turn off your<br />
alarm ‘n now cause<br />
Santa put the hurt on you<br />
He made up a list and called me once or twice<br />
Santa put the hurt on you<br />
I told him that you wasn’t even half way nice, so<br />
Santa put the hurt on you<br />
(Saxophone solo with<br />
“Santa put the hurt on you”)<br />
You wouldn’t eat your vegegables,<br />
you wouldn’t go to bed<br />
Santa put the hurt on you<br />
Shoulda never got a tattoo<br />
on the top of your head, well<br />
Santa put the hurt on you<br />
You stay down by your grandma<br />
‘cause she needs company<br />
Santa put the hurt on you<br />
<strong>The</strong>n I seen you both at spring-break on MTV<br />
Santa put the hurt on you<br />
(Saxaphone solo with “Santa put the hurt on<br />
you”)<br />
So ain’t no use in getting up early this mornin<br />
Santa put the hurt on you<br />
He ate the cookies, drank the milk, then he was<br />
gone ‘n now<br />
Santa put the hurt on you<br />
(Saxaphone solo with<br />
“Santa put the hurt on you”)<br />
(Piano solo with “Santa put the hurt on you”)<br />
OM THE CITY PARK LAGOON<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
When it’s finally dark in City Park,<br />
the Creature goes outside<br />
He can’t stand no more TV Land,<br />
so he rubs his yellow eyes<br />
He’s got scales and a tale;<br />
when he exhales, people run away<br />
His fins are flat; except for that,<br />
he’s pretty much OK<br />
But they say, “Watch out, here he comes<br />
Watch out, here he comes<br />
Watch out, here he comes!<br />
Watch out, here he comes!!”<br />
He’s the Creature (Aaahhh!)<br />
from the City Park Lagoon<br />
And he’d cause a fright in broad day light,<br />
so he can’t go out too soon<br />
He’s the Creature (Aaahhh!)<br />
from the City Park Lagoon<br />
But he always gets in VooDoo Fest,<br />
’cause they think he’s pretty cool<br />
He loves to drive the golf carts,<br />
and he likes the Carousel<br />
Ya here that Little Train late at night?<br />
That’s him all by himself<br />
But he really wants a sno-ball, red or blue or lime<br />
So one day he just made up his mind,
and he goes to get in line<br />
Everybody said, “Watch out. . .etc. . .”<br />
He’s the Creature. . .etc. . .<br />
Scales instead of toenails, a fin right down his<br />
back<br />
He’s enough to make Frankenstein. . .<br />
A scaredy cat<br />
One night at dark in City Park<br />
a man with a Cadillac car said,<br />
“Hey, you with the fins, hop on in.<br />
Ya wanna be a movie star?”<br />
Well, it’s TV with reality,<br />
twice weekday afternoons<br />
It’s a double feature,<br />
and he’s <strong>The</strong> Creature<br />
From <strong>The</strong> City Park Lagoon<br />
<strong>The</strong>y’ll say, “Watch out. . .etc. . .”<br />
He’s the Creature (Yeaahh!)<br />
from the City Park Lagoon<br />
And he comes on right before the news,<br />
weekday afternoons<br />
He’s the Creature (Yeaahh!)<br />
from the City Park Lagoon<br />
He’s a featured guest at VooDoo Fest,<br />
with a star on his dressing room<br />
He’s the Creature (Aaahhh!)<br />
from the City Park Lagoon<br />
With his very own line of hair-care-slime,<br />
with Vidal Sassoon<br />
He’s the Creature (Aaahhh!)<br />
from the City Park Lagoon<br />
He’s got a full page interview<br />
in the Times Picayune. . .<br />
. . .“Well, hey there, Mr. Lagoon. My little kitty-kat<br />
here, Tiggy (mmeoww),<br />
he just loves the way you smell”. . .<br />
THE ELVES FINALLY RAP<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
We, called ya’ll together<br />
and we’re glad you’re here<br />
Letcha’ know how us elves we really feel<br />
‘Bout the toys and the shop<br />
and the gear for the deer<br />
We’re finally rappin. Can you hear us in the rear?<br />
We’re gonna start right out with a few surprises<br />
We’re all two feet tall but different sizes<br />
Like Relf here can eat three pizza piezes<br />
Is that right, Relfy? “Yeah, surprises.”<br />
Can we ride the roller coaster?…”Gotta be tall”<br />
Get a Bay Watch poster?…”Too small”<br />
Drive in the bumper cars?…”Gotta be tall”<br />
Play electric guitars…”Too small”<br />
Shoot a BB rifle…”Gotta be tall”<br />
Motorcycle…”No way at all!”<br />
When you’re two feet tall<br />
where the north wind blows<br />
Life can be cold when you live at the pole<br />
<strong>The</strong>se ain’t our beards, ain’t really our hats<br />
And really these shoes.<br />
Where’d they get them at?<br />
Say “Nobody’s feet really looks like that.”<br />
Melfin here speaks Elfin if you need a translator<br />
Manuelf is a glacier skater<br />
You met Relph, elevator operator<br />
Ol’ Delf is a Elfis impersonator. “Ooooo!”<br />
(chorus)<br />
When you’re two feet tall<br />
where the north wind blows<br />
Life can be cold if you live at the pole<br />
Tired of needin somebody big with me<br />
Tired of seein movies all rated with G<br />
Saturday we gotta pile in the sleigh<br />
With Mrs. Clause, it’s her grocery day
With her jewelry and her list<br />
and her hair all sprayed<br />
She’s a little old lady who drives this way<br />
With her head all back like she’s lookin up<br />
But she can’t see over no reindeer butts<br />
And we’re holdin on screamin’<br />
like we must be nuts<br />
But she won’t were her glasses<br />
and her eyes freeze shut<br />
If you’re two feet tall where the north wind blows<br />
Life can be cold when you live at the pole<br />
If you’re two feet tall where the north wind blows<br />
Life can be cold when you live at the pole<br />
(chorus)<br />
Used to carry finger paint, cellophane tape<br />
Maybe every now and then get a case of live bait<br />
“AahhIIII?” Now they’re getting in shape<br />
Guess what? (clunk) <strong>The</strong> kids want weights<br />
“We might just come up to your knees”<br />
Need hiking, biking. “Like you might not freeze.”<br />
Get outside with the birds and the bees<br />
Elfa-curricular activities<br />
We got no birds and bees at the pole<br />
Well I guess we got penguins if the truth be told<br />
After four hundred years the job’s still happenin<br />
We got a chance here ‘cause the Elves be rappin’<br />
THE G.E.D. FIGHT SONG<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
Gimme a G...(G---!) Gimme a E...(E---!)<br />
Gimme a D...(D---!)<br />
My Brudda’ in law went to Tulane ’n all<br />
He’s a certified PhD<br />
Acts like a snob, but he can’t get a job<br />
With his Doctor of Philosophy<br />
I told him, try to get hired before you get fired<br />
Don’t go talkin like Socrates<br />
Tell ’em thatcha gonna wanna be a plumma<br />
So ya workin on ya G.E.D.<br />
(Sing Along)<br />
Try to get hired, before ya get fired<br />
Don’t say nuthin ’bout Philosphy<br />
Don’t act like a snob, and ya might get a job<br />
Who cares aboutcha PhD<br />
I dropped outta school, turned out pretty cool<br />
Hey, just look at me<br />
Academically misguided, but never been indicted<br />
And I got my G.E.D.<br />
G.E.D. - In your own spare time! Rah! Rah! Rah!<br />
G.E.D. - Night school or right on line!<br />
Fight! Fight! Fight!<br />
Reunion Committee, they’re still tryin to give me<br />
Pictures from the senior trip<br />
My Permanent Record must be infected<br />
<strong>The</strong>y shoulda knew by now I quit<br />
Got no pieces of the goal post<br />
Wasn’t hot for the Homecoming Queen<br />
Never had to get bombed at no high school prom<br />
’Cause I got my G.E.D.<br />
G.E.D. - In your own spare time! Rah! Rah! Rah!<br />
G.E.D. - Night school or right on line!<br />
Fight! Fight! Fight! Yeahhh. . .<br />
Try to get hired, before ya get fired<br />
Don’t say nuthin ’bout Philosphy<br />
Don’t act like a snob, and ya might get a job<br />
Who cares aboutcha PhD<br />
I dropped outta school, turned out pretty cool<br />
Hey, just look at me<br />
Academically misguided, but never been indicted<br />
And I got my G.E.D.<br />
Gimme a G...(G---!) Gimme a E...(E---!)<br />
Gimme a D...(D---!)<br />
Gimme a I...(I---!) Gimme a T...(T---!)<br />
At DEL...(At DEL!) GADA...(GADA!)<br />
Tell me, Whadda ya got. . .<br />
“GED-IT-AT-DEL-GADA?”. . .<br />
Yeahhh!<br />
I got thrown outta St. Aloysius in 1963<br />
So I had to go to Delgada’ and I got my G.E.D.<br />
(General Equivalency Diploma!)<br />
And I Got My G.E.D. . . . Got My G.E.D.<br />
THE HUBIGS PIES
BOOGIE WOOGIE SING ALONG<br />
FLAVOR SONG<br />
©(<strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
Adapted from “Auld Lang Syne”, by Scottish poet<br />
Robert Burns (1759-1796)<br />
Well I call my Baby my Hubigs Cutie Pie.<br />
She’s the peach and cherry apple of my eye.<br />
From her fillin’ to her wrapper, she’s exactly what<br />
I’m after.<br />
And she calls me Savory Simon the pieman guy.<br />
I bring her Peach, bring her Apple,<br />
bring her Lemon, bring her Cherry.<br />
Strawberry, Sweet Potato,<br />
Pineapple, and Blueberry.<br />
Chocolate, Coconut, Blackberry.<br />
Daddy’o we’re snackin’.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n she sits right here and whispers in my ear,<br />
“I need me a couple’a napkins!”<br />
Me and my Baby love them Hubigs Pies.<br />
Each night I bring one home<br />
and she acts surprised.<br />
Or sometimes just to tease her,<br />
I’ll hide it in the freezer.<br />
And she’ll toast it up real quick,<br />
so the fillin’ stays cold inside.<br />
I bring her Peach, bring her Apple,<br />
bring her Lemon, bring her Cherry.<br />
Strawberry, Sweet Potato,<br />
Pineapple, and Blueberry.<br />
Chocolate, Coconut,<br />
Blackberry done won me over.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n she sits right here and whispers in my ear,<br />
“I sent one to my sister in Houma!”<br />
Well we done up the house<br />
in a Hubigs color scheme.<br />
<strong>The</strong> kitchen’s in apple,<br />
and the front room’s chocolate cream.<br />
Didn’t need no decorator.<br />
Just went in with all the flavors.<br />
And we’ll see ya’ from the cover of the Southern<br />
Livin’ magazine.<br />
I bring her Peach, bring her Apple,<br />
bring her Lemon, bring her Cherry.<br />
Strawberry, Sweet Potato, Pineapple,<br />
and Blueberry.<br />
Chocolate, Coconut, Blackberry,<br />
they keep gettin’ better.<br />
She goes, “Honey, fa’true”<br />
(with her Hubigs tatoo),<br />
“Hope they stay here fa’ever!”<br />
She gets Peach - Apple - Lemon - Cherry.<br />
Strawberry - Sweet Potato -<br />
Pineapple - Blueberry.<br />
Chocolate - Coconut,<br />
then she says to me, “Honey, I tell’ya.”<br />
“I love every crumb, right’na,<br />
I really need some...”<br />
“Hope they got a whole bunch they can sell ya’!”<br />
THE SPIRIT OF SMILEY LEWIS/<br />
BRING ME BACK<br />
(B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
(This is the unaltered original version from 1974.<br />
No tricks or digital enhancement.<br />
This is exactly how it was on the original 45 record,<br />
first released in the late fall of 1974.)<br />
Can you still remember long<br />
before the Twist came<br />
When Fats called himself <strong>The</strong> Fat Man<br />
’cause he weighed two hundred pounds<br />
Parked my two-speed Cushman Eagle<br />
at Krupp’s out by the lake front<br />
Rolled my Camels in my tee shirt sleeve<br />
drank that Dixie down<br />
Bring me back - A loaf of Tip Top bread<br />
Bring me back - My Frost Top mug’s still cold<br />
Bring me back -<br />
Jukebox at City Park swimmin pool<br />
Bring me back to New Orleans Rock’n Roll<br />
No motel on the corner of Carrollton and Tulane<br />
Pelicans and Little Rock, playin ball<br />
Uncle Earl K. Long shakin hands<br />
with Mayor Morrison<br />
Spirit of Smiley Lewis
hangin’ round Germania Hall<br />
Bring me back - A nickle for the ferry<br />
Bring me back - King cake parties, do the stroll<br />
Bring me back - Some fireworks from Bucktown<br />
Bring me back to New Orleans Rock’n Roll<br />
My chick lived way in Kenner,<br />
barely had a Vetrans’ Highway<br />
That’s a long drive for my Kaiser,<br />
but she’s tuff-a-nuff<br />
Tell her folks we’re at the CYO,<br />
park all night at Lenfant’s<br />
Next day guys all wanna know<br />
if she let cha do enough<br />
Bring me back - West End Basin<br />
Bring me back - To O’Shaughnessy’s to<br />
Bowl Bring me back - Jack <strong>The</strong> Cat<br />
Bring me back to New Orleans Rock’n Roll<br />
Bring me back - Two Tony’s<br />
Bring me back - Safari Room<br />
Bring me back to New Orleans Rock’n Roll<br />
Bring me back - Wego Inn<br />
Bring me back - Joy Lounge<br />
Bring me back to New Orleans Rock’n Roll<br />
Bring me back - Saint Dominick’s dance<br />
Bring me back - Swamp Room<br />
Bring me back to New Orleans. . .Rock’n Roll<br />
THE TWELVE YATS<br />
OF CHRISTMAS<br />
(<strong>Benny</strong> “<strong>Grunch</strong>” Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI<br />
1. On’da foist day’a Christmas mah<br />
Mawmaw gave’to me a Crawfish’dey<br />
Caught in Arabi<br />
2. In’da Christmas Picayune I seen it<br />
Dere’n Section E, Tujaque’s Recipe<br />
3. On’da thoid day’ a Christmas we<br />
Stopped at McKenzie for Three French Breads<br />
4. On the fourth day I said OK let’s get a<br />
Christmas tree Before’ya Drive Me Nuts<br />
5. On the fifth day of Christmas we<br />
stopped at A&G for Frrried Onion Rrrings<br />
6. On’da sixth day’a Christmas we<br />
stopped at K&B’s for a Six Pack’a Dixie<br />
7. Cemetery traffic got backed up to<br />
Metairie at the Seventeenth Street Canal<br />
8. On’da eighth day of Christmas me and<br />
Rosalie Ate By’ya Mama’s<br />
9. On the ninth day of Christmas we drove<br />
down Delery in’da Lower Ninth Ward<br />
10. I used’ta be at Kaiser now I’m woikin<br />
down’da street at’da Tenneco Chalmette Refinery<br />
11. On the eleventh day at Vetran’s<br />
Highway try’ta cross the street with Eleven<br />
Schwegmann Bags<br />
12. On the twelfth day of Christmas my<br />
true love gave to me a Dozen Manuel’s Tamales