Song Stylings of Stephen Foster

Green Shoe Blues

Monday, November 1, 2004

I got the green shoe bluuuues,
Stomped on by a large green shoooooooe.
Now my poor foot is flat as my old pickup's tires,
I wonder if the circus would take me for hire.

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Thomas A. Jones and the DoE Drones

I know a large fellow named Thomas A. Jones,
He applied for a job with some DoE drones!
When on interview the joint's president,
He discovered the operation went on in a tent!

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Snouts Galore

Paws, fangs, snouts galore,
Pokin' at the windows and underneath the door.
Furry things wanting to be taken for walks
Down to the lake to snuffle by the docks.

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Hangin' Snood

O a pair of fangs was flyin' along,
Mindin' they own business, weavin' through the throng,
When all of a sudden, out of the blue,
Them fangs was caught up in a hangin' snood!

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Wodehouse

by Tom

When you're weary and depressed
Fatigued more, enjoying less
Keep some Wodehouse by your bed
And stuff some--each night--in your head

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In all the world there's naught so nice
As fresh-picked fanglets served on ice!
A bed of lettuce, minced just so,
Upon which lovely fanglets go.

You might like them with plum tomatoes (others favor spice).
Can't recommend yellow dwarf of potato with a dish of wild rice.
Howsoever you prefer them, no matter what the price,
In all the world there's naught so fine as fresh fanglets on ice!

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Ollie Likes the Gravy

Sung in a rich, throaty baritone. Listen as you read!

600KB WAV For broadband visitors, a (low quality) recording of Karen singing this new classic!

Ollie likes the gravy,
La la la la la!
Ollie likes the gravy,
He puts it on his paw!

Ollie likes the gravy,
He drinks it with a straw!
Ollie likes the gravy,
He licks it from his jaw!

Ollie likes the gravy,
On frozen chunks he'll gnaw!
Ollie likes the gravy,
Sits on them till they thaw!

Ollie likes the gravy,
O the pictures he will draw!
Ollie likes the gravy,
Of it he is in awe!

Ollie likes the gravy,
Likes it in his maw!
Ollie likes the gravy,
For it he breaks the law!

Ollie likes the gravy,
Without it he'll withdraw!
Ollie likes the gravy,
It's his tragic flaw!

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Karen! Oh Karen!

by Tom Jones

Karen is a coder who lives up near the Bay
The boys all come to find her but she just says "Go Away!"
The boys they come after her but she'll have none of that
That Rufus boy who loved her, on him she just spat.

Karen! Oh Karen! I gave my heart to Karen!
She stomps and spits and chews it up, and leaves me all a-swearin!
I told her I loved her and would follow her for life
And all she did was growl at me and poke me with her knife

That Karen girl she likes boys loud but only picks 'em quiet
And them, you see, they be the ones she wants to throw a pie at
They drive her mad with addled love and adore her till she's sick
Maybe someday she'll figure out the good ones how to pick!

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Green Shoe Blues

Thomas A. Jones and the DoE Drones

Snouts Galore

Hangin' Snood

Wodehouse

Fanglets on Ice

Ollie Likes the Gravy

Karen! Oh Karen!

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		Green Shoe Blues Monday, November 1, 2004 I got the green shoe bluuuues, Stomped on by a large green shoooooooe. Now my poor foot is flat as my old pickup's tires, I wonder if the circus would take me for hire. Labels: Song Stylings of Stephen Foster, Writings Permalink Thomas A. Jones and the DoE Drones I know a large fellow named Thomas A. Jones, He applied for a job with some DoE drones! When on interview the joint's president, He discovered the operation went on in a tent! Labels: Song Stylings of Stephen Foster, Writings Permalink Snouts Galore Paws, fangs, snouts galore, Pokin' at the windows and underneath the door. Furry things wanting to be taken for walks Down to the lake to snuffle by the docks. Labels: Song Stylings of Stephen Foster, Writings Permalink Hangin' Snood O a pair of fangs was flyin' along, Mindin' they own business, weavin' through the throng, When all of a sudden, out of the blue, Them fangs was caught up in a hangin' snood! Labels: Song Stylings of Stephen Foster, Writings Permalink Wodehouse by Tom When you're weary and depressed Fatigued more, enjoying less Keep some Wodehouse by your bed And stuff some--each night--in your head Labels: Song Stylings of Stephen Foster, Writings Permalink Fanglets on Ice In all the world there's naught so nice As fresh-picked fanglets served on ice! A bed of lettuce, minced just so, Upon which lovely fanglets go. You might like them with plum tomatoes (others favor spice). Can't recommend yellow dwarf of potato with a dish of wild rice. Howsoever you prefer them, no matter what the price, In all the world there's naught so fine as fresh fanglets on ice! Labels: Song Stylings of Stephen Foster, Writings Permalink Ollie Likes the Gravy Sung in a rich, throaty baritone. Listen as you read! 600KB WAV For broadband visitors, a (low quality) recording of Karen singing this new classic! Ollie likes the gravy, La la la la la! Ollie likes the gravy, He puts it on his paw! Ollie likes the gravy, He drinks it with a straw! Ollie likes the gravy, He licks it from his jaw! Ollie likes the gravy, On frozen chunks he'll gnaw! Ollie likes the gravy, Sits on them till they thaw! Ollie likes the gravy, O the pictures he will draw! Ollie likes the gravy, Of it he is in awe! Ollie likes the gravy, Likes it in his maw! Ollie likes the gravy, For it he breaks the law! Ollie likes the gravy, Without it he'll withdraw! Ollie likes the gravy, It's his tragic flaw! Labels: Song Stylings of Stephen Foster, Writings Permalink Karen! Oh Karen! by Tom Jones Karen is a coder who lives up near the Bay The boys all come to find her but she just says "Go Away!" The boys they come after her but she'll have none of that That Rufus boy who loved her, on him she just spat. Karen! Oh Karen! I gave my heart to Karen! She stomps and spits and chews it up, and leaves me all a-swearin! I told her I loved her and would follow her for life And all she did was growl at me and poke me with her knife That Karen girl she likes boys loud but only picks 'em quiet And them, you see, they be the ones she wants to throw a pie at They drive her mad with addled love and adore her till she's sick Maybe someday she'll figure out the good ones how to pick! Labels: Song Stylings of Stephen Foster, Writings Permalink Links
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