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Footprints In The Butter

by Ice Cream In A Mug

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1.
Next Friday night you're all invited To dance from eight to five All the fishes still alive Are having a ball Its some affair, they'll all be there From the herring to the whale They'll turn out to shake a scale In Neptune's Hall Come along and follow me To the bottom of the sea We'll join in the Jamboree At the Codfish Ball Lobsters dancing in a row Shuffle off to Buffalo Jellyfish sway to and fro At the Codfish Ball Finnan haddie leads the eel Through an Irish reel The catfish is a dancing man But he can't can-can like the sardine can Tunas trucking left and right Minnows mooching, what a night There won't be a hook in site At the Codfish Ball
2.
Chicken, nice fried chicken Barbecue chicken, won't you send it down the line? Say, everyone's talking 'bout chicken Chicken's a popular word But anywhere you go, you're bound to find A chicken ain't nothin' but a bird Some people call it a fowl That's the story I heard But let 'em call it this and let 'em call it that A chicken ain't nothin' but a bird You can boil it, roast it, broil it Cook it in a pan or a pot Eat it with potatoes, rice or tomatoes But chicken's still what you got, boy It was a dish for old Caesar Also King Henry the Third But Columbus was smart, said, "you can't fool me A chicken ain't nothin' but a bird"
3.
Why are grown up people's faces wrinkled like a lot of prunes? Money, money that's what chases them around like crazy loons I think they make a big mistake Wealth and happiness that counts Are free to all in large amounts... There's millions worth of golden sunbeams That everybody can possess All God's children got success Come and get your happiness There's billions worth of silver moonbeams Enough for everyone I guess What's a million more or less Come and get your happiness Among the wildwood of your happy childhood Where you were Jills and Jacks In raggy britches there's a lot of riches All on which you don't pay any income tax So get under their blue heaven Away from trouble and distress Just find Mother Nature's address And come and get your happiness Come and get your happiness!
4.
Lonely days are dark, Twilight sings a song, Of the happiness that used to be Soon my eyes will close, Soon I'll find repose, And in my dreams you're always near to me.. I'll See You In My Dreams Hold you in my dreams, Someone took you out of my arms, Still I feel the thrill of your charms Lips that once were mine, Tender eyes that shine, They will light my way tonight, I'll see you in my dreams.
5.
Hotcha, Chacha, Vo-doe-de-oh, And Boop-oop Poop-oop-a-doop. Tootin', shootin', high-falutin', I make you loop the loop. I'm from the great North West. I'm different from the rest. Stand up, stand up, throw your hands up, I shoot pants and vest. Oh, I've been a bad girl all my life. I pick my teeth with a carving knife, And I make a widow of a wife, 'Cause I'm dangerous Nan McGrew. Why, I slapped Jack Dempsey in the face And I make barbed wire look like lace And I throw myself right out of place 'Cause I'm dangerous Nan McGrew. And I eat dynamite And I blow up in spite I shoot everything in sight Beware! Boom boom! Take Care! Poo poo! With one breath, I sink a boat And if anybody gets my goat I cut myself a piece of throat 'Cause I'm dangerous Nan McGrew. Why, bullets, they bounce right off my chest And I sleep on a hornet's nest Why, I'm the gal sends show men west 'Cause I'm dangerous Nan McGrew. Why, lions tremble when I frown When that great big Zeppelin came to town, Remember? I'm the one that held it down Because I'm dangerous Nan McGrew. I like destroying pelf I shoot bottles off the shelf I'm so bad I scare myself. Take care! Boom boom! Beware! Poo poo! Why, I pull a train right off the tracks And for perfume, I use shellac When mad dogs bite, I bite 'em back Grrrr! 'Cause I'm dangerous Nan McGrew!
6.
Now in our family we've got an heirloom They handed it to me a year ago It's been in our possession since Grandad was a lad I’ll tell you what it is and then you'll know It's my Grandad's flannelette nightshirt In it I was christened one day Down at the church they were in a whirl, No one seemed to know if I were boy or girl They'd had one or two and ee they were in mess But it's alright said the preacher rather curt I've been and had a quiz and I've found out what it is By his Grandad's Flannelette shirt, lordy lordy His Grandad's Flannelette shirt In eighteen ten grandfather joined the army to fight Napoleon across the sea You've heard about the battle they had at Waterloo, but what was it that brought us victory Why my Grandad's Flannelette nightshirt it saved old England that day Bonaparte said "We are undone" even Josephine put her gasmask on. He shot down our colours and captured our flag, but we are not downhearted it’s a cert For flying in the gale everyone could see the tail Of my Grandad's Flannelette shirt lordy lordy, My Grandad's Flannelette shirt. The other day I got an invitation to go and join a nudist colony And as the life is healthy and in the open air I trotted off as happy as can be With my Grandad's Flannelette nightshirt I walked up to the door Someone said, "Now don't make a fuss, just take off your clothes and you'll be like us" I was bashful so I stayed by myself, for with the girls I didn't want to flirt But when I fell asleep they all came and had a peep At my Grandad's Flannelette shirt lordy lordy, My Grandad's Flannelette shirt
7.
Listen big-boy, Now that you got me made, Goodness, but I'm afraid, Something's gonna happen to you! Listen, big boy, You gotta be hooked, and how, I would die if I should lose you now! Button up your overcoat, When the wind is free, Take good care of yourself, You belong to me! Eat an apple every day, Get to bed by three, Oh, take good care of yourself, You belong to me! Be careful crossing streets, ooh-ooh, Cut out sweets, ooh-ooh, Lay off meat, ooh-ooh, You'll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum! Wear your flannel underwear, When you climb a tree, Oh, take good care of yourself, You belong to me! Button up your overcoat, When the wind is free, Oh, take good care of yourself, You belong to me! Boop-boop-a-doop! When you sass a traffic cop, Use diplomacy; Just take good care of yourself, You belong to me! Beware of frozen ponds, ooh-ooh, Stocks and bonds, ooh-ooh, Peroxide blondes, ooh-ooh, You'll get a pain and ruin your bankroll! Keep the spoon out of your cup, When you drink your tea, Oh, take good care of yourself, You belong to me! Don't sit on hornet's tails, ooh-ooh! Or on nails, ooh-ooh! Or third rails, ooh-ooh! You'll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum! Keep away from bootleg hooch When you're on a spree, Oh, take good care of yourself, You belong to me!
8.
A dickey-bird whispered "Haven't you heard Spring is here, Spring is here, Spring is here" A little crow sang a happy hallo My favourite time of the year A little frog sang a song on his log "Lose your blues, Lose your blues, Lose your blues" And you and I fell in love in reply On hearing the dickey-bird's news If you have to look around to find a reason For such a wonderful thing You can blame it on the sentimental season Falling in love is done in the spring The bobolink looked at us with a wink Attaboy, Attagirl, Nothing's wrong When you are in love you'll go swinging along A-singing that dickey-bird's song
9.
Istanbul was Constantinople Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople, Been a long time gone since Constantinople's been a Turkish delight on a moonlit night Every gal in Constantinople Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople So if you've a date in Constantinople She'll be waiting in Istanbul Even old New York was once New Amsterdam Why they changed it I can't say Maybe they liked it better that way Well take me back to Constantinople No, you can't go back to Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks
10.
On The Beat 03:54
If you want to know the time ask a policeman The proper rhythmic time, ask a policeman Every copper on the beat, yeah he's got rhythm in his feet One step, two step, three step, four step, ragtime, jazz-time, swing We're always on the beat, the lads in blue are always on the beat. We raise our batons and we raise our voices in song To keep us cheery when we're swinging along We're always smart and neat, to see us passing gives the girls a treat They all start waving and we wink a friendly eye Hear them whisper "Ain't she sweet" We can sweep them off their feet Because we're on the beat Why do all the nursemaids say "Oh I think you police are marvelous" Who's with cook on her half. day "My rhapsody in blue" Why do all the convicts shout "I think you police are marvellous". What is all this fuss about, well Im not asking you For the reason is plain, Let me tell you again: We're always on the beat, you'll see us standing guard on every street If things upset you there's no need to worry or frown Ask a policeman and he won't let you down For anyone you meet, is bound to tell you that we're hard to beat We know the answers and we tell you one and all If you're wandering up and down, We'll show you how to go to town Because we're on the beat. We're always on the beat, we're not allowed to stop and take a seat. We keep on walking through the winter, summer and spring Rain or sunshine well it don't mean a thing We're always on our feet, we suffer agonies from cold and heat But we don't grumble for our duty must be done Though we may be full of aches, We never have to ask for breaks Because we're on the beat.
11.
Clink clink, take your rubbish Take your rubbish every night, Clink clink, take your rubbish Take it in the morning and then at night!

credits

released November 27, 2016

Prue Stevenson - lead vocals, kazombone, clarinet (track 7)
Daniel Tedford - vocals, violin, stroh violin, mandolin
Elisse Kleiner - vocals, flute, unabashed callipygy
Daniel Bornstein - vocals, banjolele, tiresome jewish humour
Ben Cooper - hot trumpet
Greg Sher - clarinet, alto sax
Oscar Neyland - upright bass, downright seductive
Chris Cameron - drums, cymbals, percussion

Charts and Arrangements by
Daniel Tedford and Elisse Kleiner

Cover Artwork by Prue Stevenson
Design and Layout by Daniel Bornstein

Recorded, mixed and mastered on a lazy November’s afternoon by
the ingenious Frank Pearce Of Studio Squid, Reservoir, VIC

‘The Rubbish Song’ remains the sole intellectual property of Prue Stevenson, et al., and is not to be reproduced or used in any way without express written permission.
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32 Austin Ave, Elwood, VIC, 3184


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