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Alphabetical Songs with Cultural References

TheOldMole Oct 11 2007 07:25 AM

I guess I'm desperate for diversion, so here's another one. Same rules as before, but this time, songs that reference a surrent, historical or fictional personage of note, in alphabetical order. Starting with A, and Paul Simon: I was reading a magazine And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was nineteen fiftyfour And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on the radio And this is what he said He said I hate to break it to his fans But Johnny Ace is dead, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I really wasn't Such a Johnny Ace fan But I felt bad alI the same So I sent away for his photograph And I waited till it came It came all the way from Texas With a sad and sim-ple face And they signed it on the bottom From the Late Great Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah It was the year of The Beatles It was the year of The Stones It was nineteen sixtyfour I was living in London With the girl from the summer be-fore It was the year of The Beatles It was the year of The Stones A year after J.F.K. We were staying up all night And giving the days away And the music was flowing amazing And blowing my way On a cold December evening I was walking through the Christmas tide When a stranger came up and asked me If I'd heard John Lennon had died And the two of us went to this bar And we stayed to close the place And every song we played Was for The Late Great Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah

metirish Oct 11 2007 07:36 AM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Oct 11 2007 07:41 AM

To save confusion I'll change it. ] WARREN ZEVON lyrics - Lord Byron's Luggage (Warren Zevon) Lord Byron had a lot of luggage He took it when he traveled far and wide He didn't get to bathe very often But he liked to change his clothes all the time I had a little friend named Mister Johnson Who always tried to be like me He rose to the heights of this profession He was hard on his friends and family Still out here in the wind and rain Look a little older but I feel no pain And it stands to reason I'm still looking for love I went to the Henley Regatta Intending to put out to sea They pronounced me persona non grata Goes to show that you can't come and go as you please Still out here in the wind and rain Look a little older but I feel no pain And it stands to reason I'm still looking for love Looking for a needle in a haystack It's pretty hard to find Every dog has his day, Jack I'm still waiting for mine. Still out here in the wind and rain A whole lot older but I feel no pain And it stands to reason I'm still looking for love

sharpie Oct 11 2007 07:37 AM

Now I'm confused. Are first or last names okay?

metirish Oct 11 2007 07:38 AM

Yeah ,sorry that's my fault, I changed it to last name.

TheOldMole Oct 11 2007 07:51 AM

Well, mine was last name too, but I hadn't specified. I'd say either one -- you could use Billy the Kid, for example.

sharpie Oct 11 2007 07:54 AM

Billy the Kid doesn't use a last name. But ok, either name is fine (though I think it makes it too easy to use first names if a last name is attached).

metirish Oct 11 2007 07:56 AM

Right like me using Bo Diddley is fine for D but shouldn't be for B.

sharpie Oct 11 2007 08:38 AM

That's what I think but it's Mole's rules.

TransMonk Oct 11 2007 10:45 AM

Beach Boys: He sits behind his microphone John-ny Car-son He speaks in such a manly tone John-ny Car-son Ed McMahon comes on and says "Here's Johhny" Every night at eleven thirty he's so funny It's (nice) to (have) you (on) the (show) tonight I've seen (your) act (in) Vegas out of sight When guests are boring he fills up the slack John-ny Car-son The network makes him break his back John-ny Car-son Ed McMahon comes on and says "Here's Johhny" Every night at eleven thirty he's so funny Don't (you) think (he's) such (a) natural guy The (way) he's (kept) it (up) could make you cry Who's a man that we admire? Johnny Carson is a real live wire. Who's a man that we admire? Johnny Carson is a real live wire. Who's a man that we admire? Johnny Carson is a real live wire. Who's the man that we admire? Johnny Carson is a real live wire.

metirish Oct 11 2007 10:48 AM

] WARREN ZEVON lyrics - Bo Diddley's A Gunslinger / Bo Diddley (E. McDaniel, Arc Music Corp. BMI (1980?)) Here's a little story that I really want to tell It's about Bo Diddley at the O.K Corral Now, Bo Diddley didn't start no mess He had a gun on his hip and a rose on his vest 'Cause Bo Diddley's a gunslinger (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger) Bo Diddley's a gunslinger (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger) Bo Diddley's a gunslinger (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger) Bo Diddley's a gunslinger (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger) Bo Diddley buys him a diamond ring If that diamond ring don't shine He better take it to a private eye If that private eye can't see Well, he better bring that ring to me I said, "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah" (Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah) "Yeah, Bo Diddley, huh" (Yeah, Bo Diddley, hey, yeah, etc.) I said, "Why'd ya come to my house On Black Jack Road Take my baby away from home Where'd you go or where you been Up your house and gone again I said, "Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley, Have you heard? (Hey, Bo Diddley) My pretty baby, Kim She was a bird" (Hey, Bo Diddley) I said, "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah" (Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah) "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah, huh" (Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah) Yeah...Child.....yeah I said, "Bo Diddley's a gunslinger" (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger) "Bo Diddley's a gunslinger" (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger) Bo Diddley's a gunslinger

sharpie Oct 11 2007 10:57 AM

So if Irish is using Diddley for "D", I'll go back to "B" for Bob Dylan's "Ballad of Hollis Brown": Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin fallin' down You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor and wonder why With every breath you breathe The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare If there's anyone that knows Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell yuh That you ain't a-got no friend Your babies are crying louder It's pounding on your brain Your babies are crying louder It's pounding on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain Your grass it is turning black There's no water in your well Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well You spent your last lone dollar On seven shotgun shells Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shotgun That's hangin' on the wall Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shotgun That you're holdin' in your hand There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the ocean's pounding roar There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance There's seven new people born E is next.

metirish Oct 11 2007 10:59 AM

Nothing wrong with using D for Diddley, is there?

sharpie Oct 11 2007 11:22 AM

Diddley D is good with me!

TransMonk Oct 11 2007 11:27 AM

Counting Crows: Albert's always sincere, he's a sensitive type His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked If everything is nothing, then are we anything? Is it better to be better than to be anything? And Albert's vision is blooming uncontrolled All his wings are slowly sinking The world begins to disappear The worst things come from inside here All the king's men reappear For an eggman, on and off the wall Who'll never be together again Einstein's down on the beach staring into the sand Cause everything he believes in is shattered What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway-ay We all get burned as: One more sun comes sliding down the sky One more shadow leans against the wall The world begins to disappear The worst things come from inside here And all the king's men reappear For an eggman, on and off the wall Who'll never be together again Albert's waiting in the sun On a field American For the cause of some inflated form of hit and run One more sun comes sliding down the sky One more shadow leans against the wall The world begins to disappear The worst things come from inside here And all the king's men reappear For an eggman, fallin' off the wall Will never be together again Albert's fallen on the sun Cracked his head wide open The world begins to disappear The worst things come from inside here And all the king's men reappear For an eggman, falling, falling The world begins to disappear The worst things come from inside here And all the king's men reappear For an eggman, fallin' off the wall Will never be together again No never be together again No no never never never again, uh huh What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway

TheOldMole Oct 11 2007 11:54 AM

Restriciting it to last names is fine with me. From Paul Simon: ts a still life water color, Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room. And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference, Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs, Are the borders of our lives. And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost, And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what weve lost. Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of rhythm, Couplets out of rhyme, In syncopated time Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs, Are the borders of our lives. Yes, we speak of things that matter, With words that must be said, Can analysis be worthwhile? Is the theater really dead? And how the room is softly faded And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand, Youre a stranger now unto me Lost in the dangling conversation. And the superficial sighs, In the borders of our lives.

Edgy DC Oct 11 2007 11:56 AM

Does a cultural reference have to be a person, or can we take a reference to 54 Dodge or Woodstock?

sharpie Oct 11 2007 12:07 PM

I would say they've gotta be people. Here are the Kinks: This is the age of machinery, A mechanical nightmare, The wonderful world of technology, Napalm hydrogen bombs biological warfare, This is the twentieth century, But too much aggravation Its the age of insanity, What has become of the green pleasant fields of jerusalem. Aint got no ambition, Im just disillusioned Im a twentieth century man but I dont wanna be here. My mama said she cant understand me She cant see my motivation Just give me some security, Im a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century. You keep all your smart modern writers Give me william shakespeare You keep all your smart modern painters Ill take rembrandt, titian, da vinci and gainsborough, Girl we gotta get out of here We gotta find a solution Im a twentieth century man but I dont want to die here. I was born in a welfare state Ruled by bureaucracy Controlled by civil servants And people dressed in grey Got no privacy got no liberty Cos the twentieth century people Took it all away from me. Dont wanna get myself shot down By some trigger happy policeman, Gotta keep a hold on my sanity Im a twentieth century man but I dont wanna die here. My mama says she cant understand me She cant see my motivation Aint got no security, Im a twentieth century man but I dont wanna be here. This is the twentieth century But too much aggravation This is the edge of insanity Im a twentieth century man but I dont wanna be here.

TransMonk Oct 11 2007 12:16 PM

Dylan: John Wesley Harding Was a friend to the poor, He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand. All along this countryside, He opened a many a door, But he was never known To hurt an honest man. 'Twas down in Chaynee County, A time they talk about, With his lady by his side He took a stand. And soon the situation there Was all but straightened out, For he was always known To lend a helping hand. All across the telegraph His name it did resound, But no charge held against him Could they prove. And there was no man around Who could track or chain him down, He was never known To make a foolish move.

TheOldMole Oct 11 2007 01:02 PM

People, but they can be fictional.

TheOldMole Oct 11 2007 01:08 PM

...Every time we come to the game, you talk about Willie plays all fields. Well, let's call Willie and ask him...hey, Willie! Yas...? Are you Willie Mays? Yes. Whose ball was that? Where was it? In left field. Oh, that's Irvin's ball... From Say Hey (The Willie Mays Song) by the Treniers.

TransMonk Oct 11 2007 01:58 PM

The Boss: Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks Goin' someplace there's no goin' back Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the bridge Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge Shelter line stretchin' 'round the corner Welcome to the new world order Families sleepin' in their cars in the Southwest No home no job no peace no rest The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass Got a one-way ticket to the promised land You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand Sleepin' on a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the city aqueduct The highway is alive tonight Where it's headed everybody knows I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air Look for me mom I'll be there Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand Or a decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me." Well the highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad

Mendoza Line Oct 11 2007 02:59 PM

One of the truly great musical references to a major league baseball player. Silver Lining - Steve Poltz Muffin's in the toaster I got my raspberry jam My grandpa was a sailor And he came into this land And he was looking for gold A pretty hand to hold Or some cards to fold At least that's, what I've been told Silver lining Silver lining where'd you go? I turn on my T.V. They got talking heads in space It used to be so easy To have a little faith I used to rely on luck To earn a honest buck I didn't feel so stuck I didn't limp around like John Kruk Silver lining Silver lining where'd you go? We used to have hope Now we got soap on a rope We used to have dreams Now we got overpaid baseball teams We got grocery baggers Graffiti taggers Golf ball shaggers Go team go Silver lining Silver lining where'd you go? My landlord knocks upon my door And she's got that payday face I swear to God she should be paying me To live inside this place It's filled with sharks and fins With double chins Who say, "Thicken your skin, child If you wanna win" Silver lining Silver lining where'd you go? I fix myself some herbal tea 'Cause it's healthier they say But healthier ain't half as fun I'll take a cold beer anyday I used to have dysfunctional fun In the cancerous sun With my co-dependent hon Eating greasy, greasy hot dogs on a buttered up bun Silver lining Silver lining where'd you go? Silver lining Silver lining where'd you go?

SteveJRogers Oct 11 2007 04:01 PM

Here where things get tricky though, some songs use just the first names, like Elvis for Presley or Hank for Williams, as if the listener would know who the singer is singing about. Take this George Strait classic about Lefty Frizzell A jukebox introduced us when the sixties were still young "If You Got The Money Honey" got my nickels one by one I tried to imitate that song It's not right, but Lefty's gone Now "Always Late" breaks my heart And every song he sang, I played the part I heard he was sad and lived alone It's not right, but Lefty's gone He played the fair in Dallas one year in the cold October rain Most folks stayed home and warm but he sang just the same I caught a chill before I got home It's not right, but Lefty's gone Now "Always Late" breaks my heart And every song he sang, I played the part I heard he was sad and lived alone It's not right, but Lefty's gone It don't seem like he was around that long It's not right, but Lefty's gone

TheOldMole Oct 11 2007 04:14 PM

How about someone who doesn't have a last name, at least profesionally? As in a song like "Pay Little Richard"? Or how about someone who doesn't have a last name, and is merely a character in one song, but then becomes a cultural icon when moved over to another song, as in this one by Larry Williams? Tired of slippin and slidin with Long Tall Sally Peekin' and a hidin',duck back in the alley Don't wanna rip it up,don't wanna dance with Annie I've got a brand new lover name is Short Fat Fannie One day while I was visit'n at HeartBreak Hotel Thats where I met Fannie and she sure looked swell I told her that I loved her and I'd never leave She put her arms around me, gave me fever She's my tutti fruiti,I love the child so She watch me like a hound dog everywhere I go Whenever I'm around her I'm on my p's and q's She might step on my blue suede shoes Well at a honky tonk party just the other night Fannie got jealous and she started a fight At the club I was dancin with MaryLou I had to call Jim Dandy to the rescue Short Fat Fannie she's my hearts desire Short Fat Fannie sets my soul on fire On Monday we were married on Blueberry Hill Now we're so happy and I love her still ...but I digress. We still don't have a real L according to the rules.

sharpie Oct 12 2007 09:07 AM

Here's a legit one. More Bob Dylan: Some time ago a crazy dream came to me, I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three, I went to the doctor the very next day To see what kinda words he could say. He said it was a bad dream. I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though, They were my own dreams and they're only in my head. I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain." He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane," He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!" As I landed on the psychiatric couch, He said, "Tell me about it." Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast, It was all over by quarter past. I was down in the sewer with some little lover When I peeked out from a manhole cover Wondering who turned the lights on. Well, I got up and walked around And up and down the lonesome town. I stood a-wondering which way to go, I lit a cigarette on a parking meter And walked on down the road. It was a normal day. Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell And I leaned my head and I gave a yell, "Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man." A shotgun fired and away I ran. I don't blame them too much though, I know I look funny. Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend, I guess there's just us two." He screamed a bit and away he flew. Thought I was a Communist. Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave, "Let's go and play Adam and Eve." I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin' When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin', You see what happened last time they started." Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown And there was nobody aroun', I got into the driver's seat And I drove 42nd Street In my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war. Well, I remember seein' some ad, So I turned on my Conelrad. But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill, So the radio didn't work so well. Turned on my player- It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin', "Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa, Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah." I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue, I needed somebody to talk to. So I called up the operator of time Just to hear a voice of some kind. "When you hear the beep It will be three o'clock," She said that for over an hour And I hung it up. Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then, Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams, But mine was a little different you see. I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me. I didn't see you around." Well, now time passed and now it seems Everybody's having them dreams. Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else. Half of the people can be part right all of the time, Some of the people can be all right part of the time. But all the people can't be all right all the time I think Abraham Lincoln said that. "I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours," I said that.

RealityChuck Oct 12 2007 11:48 AM

This is one equivalent of the "free space" in Bingo: The Intro and the Outro by the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band. Hi there, nice to be with you, glad you could stick around. Like to introduce `Legs' Larry Smith, drums And Sam Spoons, rhythm pole And Vernon Dudley Bohay-Nowell, bass guitar And Neil Innes, piano. Come in Rodney Slater on the saxophone With Roger Ruskin Spear on tenor sax. I, Vivian Stanshall, trumpet. Say hello to big John Wayne, xylophone And Robert Morley, guitar. Billy Butlin, spoons. And looking very relaxed, Adolf Hitler on vibes. Nice! Princess Anne on sousaphone. Mmm. Introducing Liberace, clarinet With Garner "Ted" Armstrong on vocals. [Jazzy scat singing] Lord Snooty and his pals, tap dancing. In the groove with Harold Wilson, violin And Franklin McCormack on harmonica. Over there, Eric Clapton, ukulele. Hi Eric! On my left Sir Kenneth Clark, bass sax. A great honour, sir. And specially flown in for us, the session's gorilla on vox humana. Nice to see Incredible Shrinking Man on euphonium. Drop out with Peter Scott on duck call. Hearing from you later, Casanova on horn. Yeah! Digging General de Gaulle on accordion. Rather wild, General! Thank you, sir. Roy Rogers on Trigger. Tune in Wild Man of Borneo on bongos. Count Basie Orchestra on triangle. [CBO:] (Ting!) Thank you. Great to hear the Rawlinsons on trombone. Back from his recent operation, Dan Druff, harp. And representing the flower people, Quasimodo on bells. [Q:] Hooray! Wonderful to hear Brainiac on banjo. We welcome Val Doonican as himself. [V:] Hullo there! Very appealing, Max Jaffa. Mmm, that's nice, Max! What a team, Zebra Kid and Horace Batchelor on percussion. A great favourite and a wonderful performer, of all of us here, J. Arthur Rank on gong....

sharpie Oct 12 2007 01:25 PM

Good one, Chuck, hadn't thought of that Bonzo Dog Band song in many years. Cheese it, it's the Police: Young teacher, the subject Of schoolgirl fantasy She wants him so badly Knows what she wants to be Inside her theres longing This girls an open page Book marking - shes so close now This girl is half his age Dont stand, dont stand so Dont stand so close to me Her friends are so jealous You know how bad girls get Sometimes its not so easy To be the teachers pet Temptation, frustration So bad it makes him cry Wet bus stop, shes waiting His car is warm and dry Dont stand, dont stand so Dont stand so close to me Loose talk in the classroom To hurt they try and try Strong words in the staffroom The accusations fly Its no use, he sees her He starts to shake and cough Just like the old man in That book by Nabakov Dont stand, dont stand so Dont stand so close to me Dont stand, dont stand so Dont stand so close to me

TheOldMole Oct 12 2007 02:10 PM

The Wolfe Tones: In Irelands fight for freedom, boys, the north has played its part For freedoms day has still to dawn, weve never yet lost heart! Well fight it out until the end well fight for we cannot fail, We know well win, although they have our lads in Crumlin jail. We gave to Erin Eoin Row, we gave her Shane O'Neill, And Tone and Cavehill made a vow that England still can fail. Joe McKelvey did not die in vain; he was our northern gale, And theres another reason why they keep our lads in Crumlin jail. So keep on the fight, you volunteers, for God is on our side. No jail can break our brave young men, no prison clamp their pride. For England knows, and England hates, our fearless northern gales; Sure theres another reason why well free our lads from Crumlin jail. For England knows, and England hates, our fearless northern gales; Sure theres another reason why well free our lads from Crumlin jail.

sharpie Oct 12 2007 02:23 PM

Keeping with the literary references, here are the Beatles: I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly. I'm crying. Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come. Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody tuesday. Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob. Mister city policeman sitting Pretty little policemen in a row. See how they fly like lucy in the sky, see how they run. I'm crying, i'm crying. I'm crying, i'm crying. Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye. Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob. Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun. If the sun don't come, you get a tan From standing in the english rain. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob. Expert textpert choking smokers, Don't you thing the joker laughs at you? See how they smile like pigs in a sty, See how they snied. I'm crying. Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower. Elementary penguin singing hari krishna. Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob. Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.

Mendoza Line Oct 12 2007 08:35 PM

And here's a classic from the discos of the 1970's. Desperate letters require desperate measures... Whodunit Who stole my baby Whodunit Everyone in the room looks shady Whodunit Who stole my girl from me (Yeah) Whodunit Who took my honey Whodunit I know the motive was not funny Whodunit It's a bedside mystery (Yeah, yeah) Hey, where's the phone to call Sherlock Holmes [Somebody took my baby] I've been framed by what's his name and he's gettin' away Charlie Chan, see if you can Help me find those two, won't you Where were you on the night of the 12th [I was by myself] She went dancin' in the dark, somebody stole her heart Ellery Queen if you're so keen Won't you help me find my sweet thing (Yeah, yeah) Whodunit Who stole my baby Whodunit Everyone in the room looks shady Whodunit Who stole my girl from me (Yeah) Whodunit (Whodunit) Who took my honey Whodunit I know the motive was not funny Whodunit (Whodunit) It's a bedside mystery The place is surrounded [The place is surrounded] Nobody leaves till I found her [Nobody leaves till I found her] Until this case is solved It's up against the wall, you all Whodunit (I wonder, wonder who) Who stole my baby Whodunit (Whodunit) Everyone in the room looks shady Whodunit (I wonder who, was is you) Who stole my girl from me (Hey Baretta, won't you please go get her) Whodunit (For cryin' out loud) Who took my honey Whodunit (Somebody call McCloud) I know the motive was not funny Whodunit (Where is my baby) It's a bedside mystery (Yeah, Kojak won't you bring her back) Whodunit (Ironside, don't you let her slide) Who stole my baby Whodunit (Tell Dirty Harry) Everyone in the room looks shady (We're supposed to get married) Whodunit Who stole my girl from me (From me, from me Whodunit, by Tavares. Made it to #22 on the Billboard pop charts in the spring of 1977

TheOldMole Oct 12 2007 09:13 PM

Neil Young: My my, hey hey Rock and roll is here to stay It's better to burn out Than to fade away My my, hey hey. Out of the blue and into the black They give you this, but you pay for that And once you're gone, you can never come back When you're out of the blue and into the black. The king is gone but he's not forgotten This is the story of Johnny Rotten It's better to burn out than it is to rust The king is gone but he's not forgotten. Hey hey, my my Rock and roll can never die There's more to the picture Than meets the eye. Hey hey, my my.