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capri0mniThese are the two (2) offenders -- playing simultaneously off each other. I'm thinking, maybe if I post them here, and then write out the lyrics while I play them bit by bit, I can break their hold. Here goes nothing:
Mama, Looka Boo-Boo (Harry Belafonte and Danny Kaye)
I wonder why nobody don't like me?
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?
I wonder why nobody don't like me?
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?
I leave my whole house and go --
My children don't want me no more
Back-talk inside the house they bring,
And when I start to talk, they sing:
"Mama, Looka Boo-Boo!" they shout.
Dere mother tell dem: "Shut up your mouth!
That is your daddy!"
"Oh, no! My daddy can be ugly so!
"Shut your mouth -- move away!"
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
"Shut your mouth -- move away!
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
[Music break; Belafonte starts dancing, while Kaye watches with raised eyebrows]
Belafonte: Hey! Hup! (points to how he shakes his hips) Now, that's 'ethnic!'
(sings): I couldn't even digest me supper.
Kaye (Spoken): Stomach trouble?
Belafonte (sung): Due to the children's behavior.
Kaye (spoken): Bad behavior.
Belafonte (sung): I say: John come here a moment;
Bring de belt, you much too impudent.
Kaye: uh-oh.
Belefonte (sung): John say it's James who started first.
Kaye (spoken): What James say?
Belafonte (sung): James tell the story in reverse.
Kaye (spoken): What you do?
Belefonte (sung): I drag the belt from off me waist
Kaye (spoken): What they say?
Belefonte (sung): You should hear them screaming 'round the place
(Together, sung):
"Mama, Looka Boo-Boo!" they shout.
Dere mother tell dem: "Shut up your mouth!
That is your daddy!"
"Oh, no! My daddy can be ugly so!
"Shut your mouth -- move away!"
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
"Shut your mouth -- move away!
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
(Music break; Kaye starts to dance, while Belefonte watches and laughs.
Kaye points to how he shakes his hips)
Belafonte: That's ethnic?
Kaye: No. That's nervousness.
Kaye (Sings): So I begin to question the mother:
"These children ain't got no behavior!
Belefonte: (spoken) Who you question?
Kaye (sings) So I begin to question de mother
Belefonte (spoken): what you say?
Kaye (sings): These children ain't got no behavior
Belafonte (spoken) What she say?
Kaye (sung): They play with you, my wife declare
you should be proud of them my Dear.
Belefonte: (spoken): What you say?
Kaye: (sung): These children that talk such bloomin' slack [?]
Belefonte (spoken): That's right
Kaye: That ain't no joke to crack!
(together):
"Mama, Looka Boo-Boo!" they shout.
Dere mother tell dem: "Shut up your mouth!
That is your daddy!"
"Oh, no! My daddy can be ugly so!
"Shut your mouth -- move away!"
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
"Shut your mouth -- move away!
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
(repeat, quieter and quieter, to silence)
(Whispered):
Shut your mouth!
So that's a song about domestic violence. ...But it's jolly, and no blows ever actually land? And Belefonte and Kaye get in sync well...
Vive L'amour (Chicago Gay Men's Chorus)
Let ev'ry good fellow now join in our song
Vive la Compagnie!
Success to each other and pass it along
Vive la Compagnie!
Vive la, Vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive la, Vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive L'amour, Vive L'amuour
Vive La Compangie!
Now, all you good fellows, come join in with me
Vive la Compagnie!
And raise up your voices in close harmony!
Vive la Compagnie!
Should time or occasion compel us to part
Vive la Compagnie!
These days shall forever enliven the heart
Vive la, vive la, vive la, vive la...
Vive la, vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive la, vive la, vive L'amour
Vive L'amour, Vive L'amour
Vive la Compagnie!
{Repeat, now sung as a round, among the four parts)
Vive la, vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive la, vive la, vive L'amour
Vive L'amour, Vive L'amour
Vive la Compagnie!
Let ev'ry old bachelor fill up his class
Vive la, vive la, vive la compagnie!
And drink to the health of his favorite lass!
Vive...!
(Slowly, sentimentally, as if drunk)
Let ev'ry old married man drink to his wife
Vive la Compagnie!
The joy of his bosom and comfort of life
Vive la Compagnie!
(lively):
Vive la, vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive la, vive la, vive L'amour
Vive L'amour, Vive L'amour
Vive la Compagnie!
Vive la, vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive la, vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive L'amour, vive L'amour
Viva la Compagnie!
Vive l'a (repeat, in counterpoint -- I keep losing track of the repititions)
'mour, 'mour, 'mour, 'mour
mour, mour, mour, mour!
Vive --
La Compagnie!
(this is a choral arrangement done in 1961, and it's the predominant arrangement on YouTube, because the sheet music is readily available, and inexpensive, and sold to school music programs. But it's too "Concert-y" for my taste -- too many frills and flourishes, rather than a song you can belt out for the fun of it, and make up your own verses to, etc. The song, itself, dates back to American and British colleges / fraternities in the earlyish-mid-1800s, when French and Greek was a standard part of university education. So although French is strong in the lyrics, it actually has nothing to do with France)
...And now, I have a headache. It's three hours after I started righting this post...
Mama, Looka Boo-Boo (Harry Belafonte and Danny Kaye)
I wonder why nobody don't like me?
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?
I wonder why nobody don't like me?
Or is it the fact that I'm ugly?
I leave my whole house and go --
My children don't want me no more
Back-talk inside the house they bring,
And when I start to talk, they sing:
"Mama, Looka Boo-Boo!" they shout.
Dere mother tell dem: "Shut up your mouth!
That is your daddy!"
"Oh, no! My daddy can be ugly so!
"Shut your mouth -- move away!"
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
"Shut your mouth -- move away!
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
[Music break; Belafonte starts dancing, while Kaye watches with raised eyebrows]
Belafonte: Hey! Hup! (points to how he shakes his hips) Now, that's 'ethnic!'
(sings): I couldn't even digest me supper.
Kaye (Spoken): Stomach trouble?
Belafonte (sung): Due to the children's behavior.
Kaye (spoken): Bad behavior.
Belafonte (sung): I say: John come here a moment;
Bring de belt, you much too impudent.
Kaye: uh-oh.
Belefonte (sung): John say it's James who started first.
Kaye (spoken): What James say?
Belafonte (sung): James tell the story in reverse.
Kaye (spoken): What you do?
Belefonte (sung): I drag the belt from off me waist
Kaye (spoken): What they say?
Belefonte (sung): You should hear them screaming 'round the place
(Together, sung):
"Mama, Looka Boo-Boo!" they shout.
Dere mother tell dem: "Shut up your mouth!
That is your daddy!"
"Oh, no! My daddy can be ugly so!
"Shut your mouth -- move away!"
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
"Shut your mouth -- move away!
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
(Music break; Kaye starts to dance, while Belefonte watches and laughs.
Kaye points to how he shakes his hips)
Belafonte: That's ethnic?
Kaye: No. That's nervousness.
Kaye (Sings): So I begin to question the mother:
"These children ain't got no behavior!
Belefonte: (spoken) Who you question?
Kaye (sings) So I begin to question de mother
Belefonte (spoken): what you say?
Kaye (sings): These children ain't got no behavior
Belafonte (spoken) What she say?
Kaye (sung): They play with you, my wife declare
you should be proud of them my Dear.
Belefonte: (spoken): What you say?
Kaye: (sung): These children that talk such bloomin' slack [?]
Belefonte (spoken): That's right
Kaye: That ain't no joke to crack!
(together):
"Mama, Looka Boo-Boo!" they shout.
Dere mother tell dem: "Shut up your mouth!
That is your daddy!"
"Oh, no! My daddy can be ugly so!
"Shut your mouth -- move away!"
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
"Shut your mouth -- move away!
"Mama, look at Boo-boo Day!"
(repeat, quieter and quieter, to silence)
(Whispered):
Shut your mouth!
So that's a song about domestic violence. ...But it's jolly, and no blows ever actually land? And Belefonte and Kaye get in sync well...
Vive L'amour (Chicago Gay Men's Chorus)
Let ev'ry good fellow now join in our song
Vive la Compagnie!
Success to each other and pass it along
Vive la Compagnie!
Vive la, Vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive la, Vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive L'amour, Vive L'amuour
Vive La Compangie!
Now, all you good fellows, come join in with me
Vive la Compagnie!
And raise up your voices in close harmony!
Vive la Compagnie!
Should time or occasion compel us to part
Vive la Compagnie!
These days shall forever enliven the heart
Vive la, vive la, vive la, vive la...
Vive la, vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive la, vive la, vive L'amour
Vive L'amour, Vive L'amour
Vive la Compagnie!
{Repeat, now sung as a round, among the four parts)
Vive la, vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive la, vive la, vive L'amour
Vive L'amour, Vive L'amour
Vive la Compagnie!
Let ev'ry old bachelor fill up his class
Vive la, vive la, vive la compagnie!
And drink to the health of his favorite lass!
Vive...!
(Slowly, sentimentally, as if drunk)
Let ev'ry old married man drink to his wife
Vive la Compagnie!
The joy of his bosom and comfort of life
Vive la Compagnie!
(lively):
Vive la, vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive la, vive la, vive L'amour
Vive L'amour, Vive L'amour
Vive la Compagnie!
Vive la, vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive la, vive la, Vive L'amour
Vive L'amour, vive L'amour
Viva la Compagnie!
Vive l'a (repeat, in counterpoint -- I keep losing track of the repititions)
'mour, 'mour, 'mour, 'mour
mour, mour, mour, mour!
Vive --
La Compagnie!
(this is a choral arrangement done in 1961, and it's the predominant arrangement on YouTube, because the sheet music is readily available, and inexpensive, and sold to school music programs. But it's too "Concert-y" for my taste -- too many frills and flourishes, rather than a song you can belt out for the fun of it, and make up your own verses to, etc. The song, itself, dates back to American and British colleges / fraternities in the earlyish-mid-1800s, when French and Greek was a standard part of university education. So although French is strong in the lyrics, it actually has nothing to do with France)
...And now, I have a headache. It's three hours after I started righting this post...
