Albert Collins wrote:Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
I said, too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
You got me wonderin' baby
Who's makin' dirty dishes with you?
Rene G wrote:Two Ton Baker, The Music Maker weighed about 350 pounds and recorded several songs about food, clearly a topic dear to him.
David Hammond wrote:I remember Two Ton best as they guy who indelibly impressed upon the minds of young people the coordinates for Riverview, the most wonderful place in 50's Chicago...Western and Belmont! I never drive past that intersection without remembering Two Ton (dressed as a clown, I seem to recall) shouting that out.
On http://twotonbaker.com, Dick Baker (no relation) wrote:Two Ton also was in demand as a commercial pitch man. Perhaps most memorable was his long tenure as spokesman for the Riverview Amusement Park, which featured him singing a ditty he made up for the commercial and whirling into view jammed into a roller coaster car, singing “Laugh your troubles away!”
Rene G wrote:Two Ton Baker was also responsible for another 1950s classic you might remember, Bert the Turtle (The Duck and Cover Song).
Rene G wrote:How about a little love for our own Dick Baker? A singer and piano player, he spent nearly his entire career in Chicago. Among other gigs, he had a syndicated musical variety show on WGN radio in the 1940s, a popular children's show (The Happy Pirates) on WBKB-TV in the 1950s
Gypsy Boy wrote:Tom Waits. He’s not for everyone, no doubt about it, but if we’re talking food—which we appear to be, he’s a rich source of lyrics.
Cookin' up a Filipino box spring hog
Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road
Fill it with madrone and bay
Stinks like hell
And the neighbors complain
Don't give a hoot what they say
Slap that hog
Gotta roll em over twice
Baste him with a sweeping broom
You gotta swat them flies
And chain up the dogs
Cookin' up a Filipino box spring hog
Meatberry Pie (mp3) from Garden Variety by the Green Beings wrote:We don't want meatberry pie or hogapple sauce
Or cucumbers crossed with snails
Don't give us veggie-veal, or fishy-corn meal,
Or grapes with blubber from whales!
If you offer me oats with genes from goats
Then I will just say 'see ya!'
Although you might not die
From a meatberry pie
It's a berry bad idea!
It Still Seems Like Food to Me (flash) from Still Stayin' Alive by Carl Winter wrote:What's the matter with the food I'm eating
Are you worried that it's modified?
Maybe I should buy my food organic
Till these high-tech fears subside
Inside I tell ya that I'm not so worried, honey
Even if Monsanto's makin' lots of money
Roundup-ready soy beans,
BST and fish genes
It still seems like food to me
BluesManischewitzville by Billy Ray Sheet wrote:Passover time again in Manischewitzville
Searchin' for my last crumb of chometz
Time to buy chrain
And pour the beer down the drain
Hip hopPassover Blues by Jeff Weiner and Bob Cramer wrote:We got matzo and haroses, got chopped liver
And grandma's chicken soup
Yeah, we got the the bitter herbs to remind us
of our large sufferin', baby
Hey, I like that liver, grandma,
How 'bout one more scoop?
Shoulda done like I did last Passover
And got a burger on the ride over
DiscoMatzah! by Eric 'Smooth-E' Schwartz wrote:But I gotta question
About the bread that is unleavened
Causin' indigestion
Matzah!
Eat it for week we gots ta
FolkMatzo Man by American Comedy Network wrote:Serve it for the seder -- it's a feast
Doesn't have much flavor, and no yeast
Matzo balls are heavy, so better eat 'em slow
And they're sort of binding -- won't let my people go
Rock20 Things to Do with Matzah by Michelle Citrin and William Levin wrote:1. Catch it like a Frisbee with your friends in the park, or you could
2. jump in the water and pretend you're a shark
3. You can make a matzah pick and play the guitar, and you can
4. make a matzah license plate for your car
I Love the Jewish People I Just Hate Their Food by 'Stuttering John' Melendez wrote:I love the Jewish people I just hate their food
Matzo balls look like the bread's been already chewed
YourPalWill wrote:I think that New Orleans singer and songwriter Paul Sanchez is one of the most underappreciated lyricists in regional pop music. He performs this regularly with his band Cowboy Mouth:
Hurricane Party
Gypsy Boy wrote:Tom Waits. He’s not for everyone, no doubt about it, but if we’re talking food—which we appear to be, he’s a rich source of lyrics. Indeed, his lyrics are extraordinary regardless of subject, but the brief mention of him upthread barely scratches the surface. Now, they’re not all great songs but even his titles are, shall we say, ummm, picturesque. There’s “Starvin’ in the Belly of A Whale” and “Gin Soaked Boy” or “Jockey Full of Bourbon” and the wonderful “The Piano Has Been Drinking.” I’ll jump past those, though, to get to three great “food pieces”: “Ice Cream Man,” the extraordinary “Chocolate Jesus,” and the wonderfully evocative “Ghosts Of Saturday Night (After Hours At Napoleone's Pizza House).” Herewith some excerpts:
Ice Cream Man
“I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five
Sidewalk sundae strawberry surprise,
I got a cherry popsicle right on time
A big stick, mamma, that'll blow your mind
'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band (yeah)
I'm the ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you.
Baby, missed me in the alley, baby, don't you fret
Come back around and don't forget,
When you're tired and you're hungry and you want something cool,
Got something better than a swimming pool
'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band
I'm the ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you...”
from Chocolate Jesus
“Don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the Bible
I got my own special way
But I know Jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more
I fall on my knees every Sunday
At Zerelda Lee's candy store
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
Well I don't want no Anna Zabba
Don't want no Almond Joy
There ain't nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well it's the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate Jesus
Can satisfy my soul.”
And, finally, from Ghosts Of Saturday Night (After Hours At Napoleone's Pizza House)
“...As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
And the Texaco beacon burns on,
The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...
Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
"You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."
The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
And that town crier's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,
Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.”
I do believe I should rest my case.
Gypsy Boy wrote:Tom Waits.... Ice Cream Man
Liz in Norwood Park wrote:Haven't heard the Tom Waits version, but I wonder if its's influenced by the original by John Brim written back in the 50's?
Giovanna wrote:Is it possible that no-one has included this number by the immortal Steve Goodman??
Hot tamale wrapped in corn so neat,
Hot tamale made of chicken meat,
Hot tamale makes you feel so jolly and gay,
That's why I say:
Buy a hot ta-mot out of a steamin' pot
While they are nice and hot
You'll get the best I got
Just see that bucket steamin'
And hear those folks all screamin'
"Here comes the Hot Tamale Man!"
He comes down Main Street yellin'
"Here comes the Hot Tamale Man!"
Watch him Charleston down the line
Shoutin' "I got red hot!"
Everybody fall in line for "Red hot! That's what!"
Come on folks, get out your money,
He needs shoesies for his honey,
Here comes the Hot Tamale Man!
Molly man's coming, I hear his voice
He's got hot tamales, and it's just my choice
Come on boys, and don't wait too long
All my 'males soon will be gone
I can judge by the way you act
Somebody around here had on a cotton-picking track
Feeling tired, shoulder's getting sore
If you see 'male, you're going to take some more
Two for a nickel, four for a dime
Thirty cents a dozen, and you'll sure eat fine
Good times have come in, don't you see the signs
Cotton bolls are open, you can make a-many dimes
I can judge by the way you walk
You going to carry half a dozen off
If my holler, boys, trouble your mind
You had to come running with a dime
Good times have come in, don't you see the signs
White folks standing around here spending a-many dimes
'Males so hot it burns my hand
Says I can't hardly get them out of my can
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime
Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got 'em for sale, yes, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot
The Capitol Steps wrote:CHINA is secretly pleased by protests during the Olympic torch relay and controversy over Tibet, since they divert attention from the big business of exporting dangerous products. Already China leads in providing tainted pet food, hazardous toothpaste, and poisonous toys. Last week, we learned that contaminated heparin, a blood thinner, is suspected in dozens of deaths in 11 countries.
EvA wrote:Check out wonderful if eccentric jazz vocalist Slim Gaillard singing “Dunkin Bagel”—“Dunkin bagel . . . splash in the coffee!”