Friday, 24 January 2014

Politically Corrected Lyrics: My Tenor Uke

Transit riders in silk hats (London)
POST #16
PARODY-LYRICS 
ORIGINAL SONG: "My Tall Silk Hat", traditional camp-song, based on the popular Neapolitan song "Funiculi, Funicula", 1880.
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, September 2013.

KEYWORDS: multicultural, classicsong




In the traditional version, of this schoolboy parody, based on the tune of ‘Funiculi, Funicula’, a “big a-fat-a lady” squashes a hat on a subway seat. The current updated lyrics are, I hope, more politically correct and more appealing to adults. The final line, as in the posting of November "Ukuleli, Ukulela" is a Neapolitan Ta-da!, meaning let's go up there. Pronounce the "j"s as "y" to sound like an Italian tenor. 


MY TENOR UKE

(to the tune of "Funiculi, Funicula")

Introduction:
Inspired by trendy p’litical correctness,
I changed a song, an old camp-song,
Reflecting pre-teen Piggy/Twiggy bias,
That got it wrong, so very wrong.
   
Besides, a flavor more Napolitana,
I craved to chance, appeal enhance;
And so I trimmed my 'Lady' down to sexy,
Not anorexy,
And let her dance, a bella dance !

Revised Camp-Song: 

One day, as I was riding up the tramway,
My tenor uke, my tenor uke
I laid it on the seat a-right beside me,
My tenor uke, my tenor uke. 

The tall and shapely Nina sat upon  it,
Was that a fluke? My tenor uke !
And launched a liaison rather volcanic,
 Not too platonic; my tenor uke, my tenor uke ! 

Pavarotti, what do you think of that ?
Master it, six sharps or seven flats;
‘Cause body-type is so much hype;
It’s only brawn or big-a belly –
So save a seat in cielo
For our sleek friend A. Bocelli.

Outro:
‘Ncoppa jammo ja’, ukulelí, ukulelá.


Pavarotti (left),  Bocelli (right)






Performing Notes

In[F]spired by trendy p’litical correctness,
I [C] changed a [F] song, an [C] old camp-[F]-song,
Re[F]flecting pre-teen Piggy/Twiggy bias,
That [C] got it [F] wrong, so [C] very [F] wrong.
Be[Am]sides, a [E7] flavor [Am] more Na[E7]poli[Am]tana,
I [E7] craved to [Am] chance, ap[E7]peal en[Am]hance;
And [C] so I [G] trimmed my [C] 'Lady' [G] down to [C] sexy,
Not [G] ano[C]rexy,
And [G] let her [C] dance, a [G] bella [C] dance !
.....
.....

[C7] Pavarotti, what do you think of that ?
Master it, six sharps or seven [F] flats;
‘Cause body-[A]-type is so much [Dm] hype;
It’s only [A] brawn or big-a [Dm] belly –
So [Bb] save a seat in [F] cielo
For our [C] sleek friend A. Bo[F]celli.


[Bb] ‘Ncoppa jammo [F] ja’, ukule[C7]lí, ukule[F]lá !










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