Dr. Demento used to play a song called 46th. Fastest Gun In The West. He was gunning for #45. #47 was gunning for him. Or am I showing my age by bringing up Dr. Demento.
30's R Want List:
R73 1933 Goudey Indian Gum - Series 288 - Nos. 118 Also looking for 1953 Parkhurst & 1953 Quaker Oats Ripley's BION.
He was short and fat, and rode out of the West With a Mogen David on his silver vest. He was mean and nasty right clear through, Which was kinda weird, 'cause he was yellow too.
They called him Irving. Big Irving. Big, short Irving. Big, short, fat Irving. The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread, With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head. He always followed his mother's wishes, Even on the range he used two sets of dishes.
Irving. Big, fat Irving. Big sissy Irving. The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
A hundred and forty-one could draw faster than he, But Irving was looking for one forty-three. Walked into Sol's Saloon like a man insane, And ordered three fingers of two cents plain.
Irving. Big, fat Irving. Big sport Irving. The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
One day Bad Max happened into town. His aim was to shoot fat Irving down. Bad Max said, "Draw, and draw right now!" And Irving drew, drew a picture of a cow.
Irving. Big, fat Irving. Big gunfighter Irving. The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
The James Boys was comin' on a train at first sun, And the town said, "Irving, we need your gun." When that train pulled in at the break of dawn, Irving's gun was there, but Irving was gone.
Irving. Big, fat Irving. Big help, Irving. The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Well, finally Irving got three slugs in the belly. It was right outside the Frontier Deli. He was sittin' there twirlin' his gun around, And butterfingers Irving gunned himself down!
Irving. Big, fat Irving. Big dum-dum Irving. Big dum-dum dead Irving. The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West. Really.
Ev'ry mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to Big John. (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
Nobody seemed to know where John called home He just drifted into town and stayed all alone He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy And if you spoke at all, you just said "Hi" to Big John.
Somebody said he came from New Orleans Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand Sent a Loosiana fellow to the Promised Land-Big John (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine When a timber cracked and men started cryin' Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last-'cept John
Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone-Big John (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove Then a miner yelled out "There's a light up above!" And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave Now there's only one left down there to save-Big John
With jacks and timbers they started back down Then came that rumble way down in the ground And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
Now they never reopened that worthless pit They just placed a marble stand in front of it These few words are written on that stand "At the bottom of this mine lies a hell of a man." Big John (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
Wow, there were more words in Vargha's post of Frank Gallop's song than in his 16,000+ other posts combined. If only the last line could have been "Heh" instead of "Really."
I was also looking for the lyrics to "Big Bruce" (the spoof of "Big John") but couldn't find them. All I can remember is that Bruce was a hairdresser and the lyrics addressing the incident that lead to his heroics goes something like, "Then came the day of the terrible fire, when something went wrong in the number five dryer."
The folk history of America Is the history of it`s heroes Big workin` men like John Henry, Paul Bunyon & Big Bad John
But today I`d like to introduce a new folk hero He didn`t work in a mine or on a railroad Or any of those strenuous occupations He worked in a beauty salon & his name was Bruce
Well at the beauty salon every morning at ten Big Bruce arrived & kind of tip-toed in He wore bell bottomed pants & a polka-dot tie And whenever he spoke, it was just to say `Hi`
Big Bruce Big Bad Bruce
And everyone knew when he swished into town You could smell his perfume for miles around He stood six foot five, & weighed 106 With a curl in his hair & a smile on his lips
Big Bruce Big Old Bruce
The boys all say he`s from Abilene Where he had a social group called The Lone Star Queens Some say Hollywood or Beverly Hills Where he got arrested for passing three dollar bills
That`s Bruce Dumb Old Bruce
Then came the day of that terrible fire Something went wrong in the number five dryer Into the chaos of those matronly dames Went Big Bad Bruce just a fannin` the flames
Big Bad Bruce Big Bad Brucey Woosey
Well the flames grew higher & the fire got worse And someone heard Brucey cry, `Mercy I forgot my purse` Into the fire with a squeal & a shout Log on. We waited an hour, but he never came out
Poor Bruce Poor Old Bruce
Where that salon once stood, there`s a grocery store But his name will live forever more In the annals of time & the hall of fame As the gay young cat who went down in flames
Big Bruce You might say this has been kind of a fairy tale
Thanks coach! My brothers and I used to love listening to Doctor Demento. On a cross country ski-trip from Dallas to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, I made my bride to be listen to the top 25 countdown of the year as we drove through the Denver metro area. She didn't appreciate such classics as "The cockroach That Ate Cincinnati", "They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!", "Dead Puppies", "Fish Heads" and "Friendly Neighborhood Narco Agent".
Heres a tale of a man that was puny and wee Stood four foot six in his stockin feet Kind of narrow in the shoulder and heavy in the waist And everyone around him seemed to be in his way, small Sam.....
Collecting - n2, n13, n28, n29, n43, n162, n184, t3, t6, t9, t200, tobacco albums, tobacco advertising cards, tobacco banners (that picture the 19th century card sets).
Yea, those station wars were awesome. I almost forgot about KMET. In my mind, KLOS won, because of all those bumper stickers they used to give away at concerts. Didn't KMET die first?
JOURNEY RULES!
1966T, 1971T, 1972T raw and in 8s 1963T Dodgers in 8s Pre-war Brooklyn 5s or higher
Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named Bush His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush He drank like a fish while he motored all about But it didn't really matter cuz his daddy bailed him out. DUI, that is, Criminal Record, Cover-Up
Well the next thing you know little Georgie goes to Yale He cann't spell his name but they never let him fail He spends all his time hanging out with student folk And thats when he learns how to snort a line of Coke Blow, that is, White Gold, Nose Candy
The next thing you know there's a war in Vietnam Kin Folk say, "Georgie stay at home with Mom" Let the common folk go to get maimed and scarred We'll buy you a spot in the Texas Air Guard Cushy, that is, Country Club, No Show
Twenty years later junior Bushie gets bored Trades in his booze says Jesus is his Lord He say, "Now the White House is where I oughta be" So he calls his Daddy's friends and they call the GOP Gun Owners, that is, Heston, Jessie Helms
Come Nov. 7 the elections running late Kin Folk say, Jeb give ole George your state" Don't let those colored folks get into the polls So they put up barricades and the couldn't punch their holes Chads, that is, Duval County, Miami Dade
Before the votes are counted, Five Supremes step on in They tell all the voters, "Hey we want George to win" "Stop counting votes" is their solemn invocation And that's how Georgie finally gets his coronation Rigged, that is, Illegitimate, No Moral Authority
Y'ALL COME BACK AND VOTE NOW YOU HEAR
30's R Want List:
R73 1933 Goudey Indian Gum - Series 288 - Nos. 118 Also looking for 1953 Parkhurst & 1953 Quaker Oats Ripley's BION.
Vargha
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Now collecting:
Topps Heritage
1957 Topps BB Ex+-NM
All Yaz Items 7+
Various Red Sox
Did I leave anything out?
James
<< <i>Im going for #4, as #4 is "the fourth loser" as the shirt says! >>
Wouldn't #4 be the third loser?
Imagine how THAT baby would sell on ebay! Move over grilled cheese!
R73 1933 Goudey Indian Gum - Series 288 - Nos. 118
Also looking for 1953 Parkhurst & 1953 Quaker Oats Ripley's BION.
If you have any available for sale PM me
With a Mogen David on his silver vest.
He was mean and nasty right clear through,
Which was kinda weird, 'cause he was yellow too.
They called him Irving.
Big Irving.
Big, short Irving.
Big, short, fat Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread,
With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head.
He always followed his mother's wishes,
Even on the range he used two sets of dishes.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sissy Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
A hundred and forty-one could draw faster than he,
But Irving was looking for one forty-three.
Walked into Sol's Saloon like a man insane,
And ordered three fingers of two cents plain.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sport Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
One day Bad Max happened into town.
His aim was to shoot fat Irving down.
Bad Max said, "Draw, and draw right now!"
And Irving drew, drew a picture of a cow.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big gunfighter Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
The James Boys was comin' on a train at first sun,
And the town said, "Irving, we need your gun."
When that train pulled in at the break of dawn,
Irving's gun was there, but Irving was gone.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big help, Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Well, finally Irving got three slugs in the belly.
It was right outside the Frontier Deli.
He was sittin' there twirlin' his gun around,
And butterfingers Irving gunned himself down!
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big dum-dum Irving.
Big dum-dum dead Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Really.
Youre inmate 382421181721..
<< <i>Perry, be quiet, youre confused.
Youre inmate 382421181721.. >>
no actually last time it was #01-028033-7
they're easy to remember because we need them every time we make a phone call from the cell block..
He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to Big John.
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
Nobody seemed to know where John called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all, you just said "Hi" to Big John.
Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen
And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Loosiana fellow to the Promised Land-Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin'
Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last-'cept John
Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan
And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone-Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove
Then a miner yelled out "There's a light up above!"
And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave
Now there's only one left down there to save-Big John
With jacks and timbers they started back down
Then came that rumble way down in the ground
And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine
Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
Now they never reopened that worthless pit
They just placed a marble stand in front of it
These few words are written on that stand
"At the bottom of this mine
lies a hell of a man." Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
<< <i>no screw k young >>
carefull, mr. k reads these boards............
BOTR
great then maybe he can answer for his 1k heist of my funds
Big Bruce by: Steve Greenberg
Lyrics by:
1969
Chart Activity 1969 genre?
The folk history of America
Is the history of it`s heroes
Big workin` men like John Henry,
Paul Bunyon & Big Bad John
But today I`d like to introduce a new folk hero
He didn`t work in a mine or on a railroad
Or any of those strenuous occupations
He worked in a beauty salon & his name was Bruce
Well at the beauty salon every morning at ten
Big Bruce arrived & kind of tip-toed in
He wore bell bottomed pants & a polka-dot tie
And whenever he spoke, it was just to say `Hi`
Big Bruce
Big Bad Bruce
And everyone knew when he swished into town
You could smell his perfume for miles around
He stood six foot five, & weighed 106
With a curl in his hair & a smile on his lips
Big Bruce
Big Old Bruce
The boys all say he`s from Abilene
Where he had a social group called
The Lone Star Queens
Some say Hollywood or Beverly Hills
Where he got arrested for passing
three dollar bills
That`s Bruce
Dumb Old Bruce
Then came the day of that terrible fire
Something went wrong in the number five dryer
Into the chaos of those matronly dames
Went Big Bad Bruce just a fannin` the flames
Big Bad Bruce
Big Bad Brucey Woosey
Well the flames grew higher & the fire got worse
And someone heard Brucey cry,
`Mercy I forgot my purse`
Into the fire with a squeal & a shout
Log on.
We waited an hour, but he never came out
Poor Bruce
Poor Old Bruce
Where that salon once stood, there`s a grocery store
But his name will live forever more
In the annals of time & the hall of fame
As the gay young cat who went down in flames
Big Bruce
You might say this has been kind of a fairy tale
Or I may dig through all my old tapes and see if I can find the song.
Shame on you guys. See what you're making me do.
Nick
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Anyone want to join me for a duet of "We Will All Go Together"?
Nick
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and remember...
Rolly-polly fish heads are never seen drinking cappacino in Italian restaurants with Oriental women
Yeah
/in rememberance of KLOS on Sunday nights
1963T Dodgers in 8s
Pre-war Brooklyn 5s or higher
Heres a tale of a man that was puny and wee
Stood four foot six in his stockin feet
Kind of narrow in the shoulder and heavy in the waist
And everyone around him seemed to be in his way, small Sam.....
JOURNEY RULES!
1963T Dodgers in 8s
Pre-war Brooklyn 5s or higher
1963T Dodgers in 8s
Pre-war Brooklyn 5s or higher
His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush
He drank like a fish while he motored all about
But it didn't really matter cuz his daddy bailed him out.
DUI, that is, Criminal Record, Cover-Up
Well the next thing you know little Georgie goes to Yale
He cann't spell his name but they never let him fail
He spends all his time hanging out with student folk
And thats when he learns how to snort a line of Coke
Blow, that is, White Gold, Nose Candy
The next thing you know there's a war in Vietnam
Kin Folk say, "Georgie stay at home with Mom"
Let the common folk go to get maimed and scarred
We'll buy you a spot in the Texas Air Guard
Cushy, that is, Country Club, No Show
Twenty years later junior Bushie gets bored
Trades in his booze says Jesus is his Lord
He say, "Now the White House is where I oughta be"
So he calls his Daddy's friends and they call the GOP
Gun Owners, that is, Heston, Jessie Helms
Come Nov. 7 the elections running late
Kin Folk say, Jeb give ole George your state"
Don't let those colored folks get into the polls
So they put up barricades and the couldn't punch their holes
Chads, that is, Duval County, Miami Dade
Before the votes are counted, Five Supremes step on in
They tell all the voters, "Hey we want George to win"
"Stop counting votes" is their solemn invocation
And that's how Georgie finally gets his coronation
Rigged, that is, Illegitimate, No Moral Authority
Y'ALL COME BACK AND VOTE NOW YOU HEAR
R73 1933 Goudey Indian Gum - Series 288 - Nos. 118
Also looking for 1953 Parkhurst & 1953 Quaker Oats Ripley's BION.
If you have any available for sale PM me
Nick
Reap the whirlwind.
Need to buy something for the wife or girlfriend? Check out Vintage Designer Clothing.
R73 1933 Goudey Indian Gum - Series 288 - Nos. 118
Also looking for 1953 Parkhurst & 1953 Quaker Oats Ripley's BION.
If you have any available for sale PM me
<< <i>I take it WarHound voted for Senator John Kerry (D-Hanoi).
Nick >>
Funny Post!!