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Post by yukkabelle on Jan 20, 2009 20:11:55 GMT -5
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Post by pauljmsn on Jan 21, 2009 10:02:08 GMT -5
(Skippy, a Calypso Singer dressed in a flowery shirt and one of those fringe-y straw hats, comes forward. He's backed by similarly-dressed Skippys with guitars and ocarinas and all that stuff, plus a beret-wearing beatnik Skippy with a pair of bongos. Calypso Skippy begins to sing.)
Calypso Singer Skippy: DAY-O! DAY-AY-AY-O!
Daylight come and me wan' go home.
DAY!
Beatnik Skippy: Wow, man, I'll have to ask you not to shout like that.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Well...
Beatnik Skippy: It's like right in my ear, man.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Well, it goes with the song, you know.
Beatnik Skippy: Yeah, but don't hum in my ear, man.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Well, it's a fairly calypso shout.
Beatnik Skippy: Yeah, but like don't stand next to me, man.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Well, the shout go with the bongo drums.
Beatnik Skippy: Well, not my bongo drums, man, I mean move away.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Well, I don't see why...
Beatnik Skippy: No, no, no, stand over next to the guitar, man.
Calypso Singer Skippy: He sent me over here.
Beatnik Skippy: Yeah? Well then sing soft, man. You know, I mean like, wow.
Calypso Singer Skippy: OK.
Calypso Singer Skippy: DAY!
Beatnik Skippy: It's too loud, man.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Day!
Beatnik Skippy: That's better.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Eez-a-day eez-a-day eez-a-day eez-a-day eez-a-day-ay-o-o!
Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Beatnik Skippy: Yeah, man.
(Music begins to play.)
Calypso Singer Skippy: Work all night and a drink of rum!
Backup Skippys: Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Stuff banana till the morning come!
Backup Skippys: Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Calypso Singer Skippy and Backup Skippys: There's SIX-FOOT, SEVEN-FOOT, EIGHT-FOOT BUNCH!
Beatnik Skippy: Hold it, man, hold it, man!
Calypso Singer Skippy and Backup Skippys: Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Beatnik Skippy: Too loud, man, too loud.
Calypso Singer Skippy and Backup Skippys: SIX-FOOT, SEVEN-FOOT, EIGHT-FOOT BUNCH!
Beatnik Skippy: Hold it, man, hold it, hold it, man!
Calypso Singer Skippy and Backup Skippys: Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Beatnik Skippy: My ears, my ears, like, my ears.
Calypso Singer Skippy: DAY!
Beatnik Skippy: No, hold it, man.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Eez-a-day-ay-ay...
Beatnik Skippy: It's too shrill, man. It's too piercing.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Yeah, well, I don't see why...
Beatnik Skippy: No, it's too piercing, man. It's too piercing.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Well, I gotta do the shout.
Beatnik Skippy: No, man, it's too piercing. Like, I don't dig loud noises.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Well, you ruin the whole --
Beatnik Skippy: Piercing.
Calypso Singer Skippy: -- song, is what you do.
Beatnik Skippy (standing up): Yeah, well, tough, I'll take my bongos and go, man, because the whole thing is, like, bugging me anyhow.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Yeah, well, wait a minute, I won't shout...
Beatnik Skippy (picks up bongos): No, I'm a-cuttin', man, like I didn't wanna make this gig in the first place.
Calypso Singer Skippy: No, no, wait a minute, I'll be soft.
Beatnik Skippy (sits down): Yeah? Well then, back off of me, man. It's too piercing.
Calypso Singer Skippy: OK. (Walks a few steps away.) How's this? DAY-O!
Beatnik Skippy: Too loud, man.
Calypso Singer Skippy: OK. (Walks a bit further away.) DAY-O!
Beatnik Skippy: Too loud, man, I can still hear you. Would you mind leaving the room?
Calypso Singer Skippy: OK. (Sound of door opening and closing.) [Muffled] Day! Eez-a-day-ay-ay-o!
Beatnik Skippy: Crazy.
(Sound of door opening. Calypso Singer Skippy hurries back to position.)
Calypso Singer Skippy: Daylight come and me wan' go home.
(Calypso Singer Skippy runs out. Sound of door closing.) [Muffled] Day! Eez-a-day-ay-ay-o!
(Back in again.) Daylight come and me wan' go home.
A beautiful bunch of bright banana!
Hide the deadly black tarantula!
Beatnik Skippy: Wow, man, don't sing about spiders, I mean, ooh, like I don't dig spiders.
Calypso Singer Skippy: Well, that's how the song goes, see, it goes:
Hide the deadly black tarantula!
Calypso Singer Skippy and Backup Skippys: Daylight come and me wan' go home.
Beatnik Skippy: Is that it? Can I leave now?
Calypso Singer Skippy: Oh, not yet, we've got a big finish.
(Calypso Singer Skippy runs out. Sound of door closing.)
[Muffled] Day! Eez-a-day eez-a-day eez-a-day eez-a-day eez-a-day-ay-o-o!
(Sound of doorknob rattling. Further sound of doorknob rattling.
Calypso Singer Skippy bangs on door.)
Calypso Singer Skippy: [Muffled] Hey!
Beatnik Skippy: Yeah, man?
Calypso Singer Skippy: [Muffled] I locked myself out.
Beatnik Skippy: Crazy.
(Sound of glass breaking. Calypso Singer Skippy runs back to position.)
Calypso Singer Skippy: I come through the window.
Calypso Singer Skippy and Backup Skippys: Daylight come and me wan'...
go...
home...
(Skippys hold up sign: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, BSTARR20!!!
Beatnik Skippy: Wow.
Hope it's a great one!
Paul - "Banana Boat Song" originally sung by Harry Belafonte, reinterpreted by the great Stan Freberg
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Post by Lily on Jan 21, 2009 15:13:43 GMT -5
Happy Birthday!  |
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Post by greta on Jan 22, 2009 0:12:02 GMT -5
A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!! HUGS, GRETA
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