I saw an old man
walking down the street today;
he was a little unsteady
on his feet today;
he was going round the road
to see a mate,
to have a chat
about this and that.
.
I saw an old man
walking down the street today;
he was a little unsteady
on his feet today,
.
Vox: There are more songs about questions than there are songs about answers. For example: How deep is your love? Where is the love? Is this love? What’s love got to do with it? Why am I in love with a German Film Star (I once saw in a film)?
And the answers to those question songs: Baker Street; Our House; Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight); Sweet Home Alabama; and Wild Thing, or the like.
Anyway, here is a question song for you.
Cmaj7
Man goes in a fruit shop …
Gmaj
… what does he do then?
Cmaj7.
Monday comes at no request
I tried to stop it
I did my best
I tried to keep the weekend going
for one more day;
but nothing I could do
nothing I could say
would keep that day at bay…
would keep that day away.
It has often been sung that…
‘You can’t elope with a cantaloupe,
especially if you’re making soup,’
But only by me.
SFX the phone rings
SD DC Acey picks it up
DC Acey: Hello. (Listens) Okay, thanks.
PC Leaves: Who was it?
DC Acey: Control.
PC Leaves: What did they say?
DC Acey: They’ve found Dud.
PC Leaves: Yay!
DC Acey: That’s a little inappropriate.
PC Leaves: It is?
DC Acey: Yes, in the circumstances.
PC Leaves: But you said they said that they said that they had found Dud.
DC Acey: They have… but Dud’s Dead.
PC Leaves: Dud’s Dead?
DC Acey: That’s what they said.
PC Leaves: Dud, he’s dead.
DC Acey: That’s what I said
SD into the song ‘Dud, he’s Dead’.
Nothing means nothing to some people,
And some people mean nothing to me.
There’s a hole in my sock –
yes, there is.
I don’t know how it got there –
but, there it is.
I’ll hide it with a shoe
if it’s all the same to you –
there’s a whole,
lot of explaining,
unless I do.
So, there I was
at the end of my tether
looking backwards
no more forwards
and not concerned about
the weather.
.
Now it may rain
or the Sun might shine,
the skies become the colour
of elderberry wine;
but, I don’t care
what is up there,
I’ve reached the end of the line …
the end of my tether.
.
And at the very end
I’ll turn to you, my friend,
as you watch me cry,
and I’ll say ‘Goodbye.’
“Big plonk,
Little plonk,
Cardboard box
Looks like a goose,
And smells like a fox.”
.
“What?!”
I put my Clin Jinz on for you;
wanted to be a smarty
for the people party;
where we will bop
until we drop
drink lashings of Soda Pop,
and hop
hop
hop hop hop;
because, that’s what you do
at the hop – isn’t it?
Graeme Sandford 