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Ep. 115
Mamey McShane was a dumb, dizzy dame that lived over on Hoist Avenue. She couldn’t be beaten for dancing and eating those two things was all that she knew. She met Jimmy Peter, a nifty cake eater, one night at the gasp at a stall. That guy danced her lame, now the girl’s all kidmame, but here’s how she answers them all. Since I met that kid, I’m clean off a mean litchie, I certainly must be in love. I can’t do me work and I can’t sleep at night, I’m dreaming of moiders and boiklers and fights. That guy’s got me vamped when he looks in me lamps, I feel like I’m in heaven above. We go to a dance and get home about two, but I don’t get upstairs till the boys start to coo. When I stand in cold hallways and flight with the blue, gee, I certainly must be in love. Jimmy’s not smart, but that guy’s got a heart that’s as big as a homemade mince pie. And gee, ain’t he jealous of those other fellas that speak to me when I pass by. But he needn’t fear him, I wouldn’t go near him if they gave me diamonds and coins. I’m strong for me, Kim, and I’ll stick right to him as long as he don’t flight with girls. Me whole life is spoiled, I’m not long for this while, gee, I certainly must be in love. I carried his picture right next to me heart, I kissed it so much that it all fell apart. Me bottle bounced me, I can’t add three and three, there’s just one poison I’m thinking of. I jumped in the bathtub and scrubbed myself white, and now I’m convinced that me mind isn’t right. Cause when I take a bath before Saturday night, gee, I certainly must be in love.
Young Johnny Steele has an Oldsmobile He loves a dear little girl She is the queen of his gas machine She has his heart in a whirl Now when they go for a spin, you know She tries to learn the auto, so He lets her steer, while he gets her ear And whispers soft and low…
Come away with me, Lucille In my merry Oldsmobile Down the road of life we’ll fly Automobubbling, you and I To the church we’ll swiftly steal Then our wedding bells will peal You can go as far as you like with me In my merry Oldsmobile
They love to “spark” in the dark old park As they go flying along She says she knows why the motor goes The “sparker” is awfully strong Each day they “spoon” to the engine’s tune Their honeymoon will happen soon He’ll win Lucille with his Oldsmobile And then he’ll fondly croon…
Come away with me, Lucille In my merry Oldsmobile Down the road of life we’ll fly Automobubbling, you and I To the church we’ll swiftly steal Then our wedding bells will peal You can go as far as you like with me In my merry Oldsmobile
Go bring Lulu! Go bring Lulu! Your presence is requested, wrote little Johnny White. But with this invitation, there is a stipulation. When you attend this party, you all be treated right. But there’s a wild and wooly woman you boys can’t invite. You can bring Pearl, she’s a darn nice girl, but don’t bring Lulu. You can bring Rose with a turned up nose, but don’t bring Lulu. Lulu always wants to do what the folks don’t want her to do. When she’s brought herself around, London Bridge is falling down. You can bring cake for a porterhouse steak, but don’t bring Lulu. Lulu gets blue and goes coo-coo like the clock upon the shelf. She’s the kind of smartie, greats up every party. Colorful Lulu, don’t bring Lulu, I’ll bring her myself. Last week we had a party, a real heist on the fair. And then along came Lulu, wild as any Zulu. She started into Charlton and howled the voices there. But when she did the hula-hula, then she got the air. You can bring Flo, her dad’s got dough, but don’t bring Lulu. You can bring Milk, she’s an awful kill, but don’t bring Lulu. Lulu has the reddest hair, auburn ear and tenor there. How can we boys keep our heads full so wild when they see red? You can bring peas and crullers and cheese, but don’t bring Lulu. When she gets door and slams the door, the plates lie off the shelf. She can make a fella wild on Sapperella. Colorful Lulu, don’t bring Lulu, she’ll come here herself. Don’t bring Lulu. Don’t bring Lulu. You can bring ham and crackers and jam, but don’t bring Lulu. Lulu goes wild and when she’s wild she climbs up on the shelf. She can make a passer, be a dancing master. Colorful Lulu, don’t bring Lulu, I’ll bring her myself. I’ll bring her myself.