Footprints In The Butter

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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.
All content ℗ and © 2016 Ice Cream In A Mug Pty. Ltd.
Marketed and Distributed in Australia and New Zealand by
Sherbet Shimmy Records (Australasia)
32 Austin Ave, Elwood, VIC, 3184



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Track Name: At The Codfish Ball
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
Track Name: A Chicken (Ain't Nothin' But A Bird)
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"
Track Name: Come And Get Your Happiness
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!
Track Name: I'll See You In My Dreams
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.
Track Name: Dangerous Nan McGrew
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!
Track Name: Grandad's Flannelette Nightshirt
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
Track Name: Button Up Your Overcoat
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!

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!
Track Name: The Dickey Bird Song
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
Nothing's wrong
When you are in love you'll go swinging along
A-singing that dickey-bird's song
Track Name: Istanbul (Not Constantinople)
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
Track Name: On The Beat
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.
Track Name: The Rubbish Song
Clink clink, take your rubbish
Take your rubbish every night,
Clink clink, take your rubbish
Take it in the morning and then at night!