dfawley wrote:One of my favorites - Tom Waits' "Eggs and Sausage (In A Cadillac With Susan Michelson):"

Nighthawks at the diner
of Emma's 49er, there's a rendezvous
of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
All the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
Now the paper's been read
Now the waitress said....

It's from his "Nighthawks at the Diner" album - great song, great album, much better listened to then read.

You're right. What a great song. Thanks for the link!

Overall, though, I can't help but think this thread is proving my assertion that there's little serious music about food. There are too few like this Waits number. A lot more are like "Fish Heads."

I don't know that I can categorize this one I recently discovered either way, but I like it.

The Evelyn Situation: Fruits and Vegetables (mp3)

Lyrics by Andrew Durkin wrote:The fruits and vegetables are out to get me.
I can see the kumquats making their way to my plate.
My biggest fear, though, is the cucumber patch: one of them might ask my wife on a date.
But they won't get me with their health or their hygiene.
No, they won't get me with their charts or their graphs or their facts.
Why should I care if there's a salisbury steak that's rotting in my intestinal tract?
Yes, I know the cows and sheep take up too much land,
and we treat them poorly, but you don't understand:
what would I tell the fellows?
How could I say that I'm a "tofu and potatoes" kind of guy?

Since he is in town tonight playing Fitzgerald's, i find it fitting to mention C.J. Chernier's "Eat More Crawfish" though I am unable to find the lyrics online, I'll link to a stream of the song:

http://www.artistdirect.com/nad/window/ ... LO,00.html

Speaking of crawfish, here's a bizarre piece of cross-culturalism:

Crawfish Gumbo (video)

I don't think it qualifies as "serious" but I like Spearhead's "Red Beans and Rice" (certainly one of the single most popular dishes for people to write songs about!)

I don't eat red meat but i'm not a vegetarian
I like ice cream/ but not much dairy
'cause it gets in my nose
It makes me gotta blows
Snot like a farmer and it gets on my clothes
It's rather unsightly/ can even be frightening
But cold medication/ should not be taken nightly
Because everything dat i put in/ it comes out again
And if i eat lean/ it helps me stay thin
Check out my hair, i keep it dreaded
About my corn? i like it breaded
Hot from the oven? mmmm! you said it!
Straight to the stomach my fuel is unleaded
But not fossil fuels/ i like olive oil
I like my eggs scrambled/ i never eat 'em boiled
The way to my heart/ is with a garlic clove
It smells hella sexy/ when it's on the kitchen stove

(chorus)
Red beans and rice, red beans and rice, red beans and rice,
Make everything nice
Red beans and rice, red beans and rice, red beans and rice
I could eat a plate twice. so nice. so nice. so nice.

Most people on the planet/ eat beans and rice
Some can't afford beef or they think cows are nice
If you talk table manners don't believe all they Told ya
i eat with my fingers like an african soldier
I don't know which fork is for meat or for salad
I haven't got a clue when they say "whet your palate"
Eat a lot a prunes it'll keep you loose
Skin'll turn orange if you drink carrot juice
I think beef jerky tastes like a boot
When i'm on the street i chew a licorice root
And if i have a sore throat /then i eat ginger
And i will break bread /with those who are strangers
So come into my cave / tonight i will show you
Food is for life / and life i will show you.
If you're havin' problems/ i invite you here
Step into my kitchen /we will cook away your fears

(chorus)

Amazing grace how sweet the sound that
Saved a wretch like me
Dammit let's eat!
Mi casa es su casa. mi cocina es su cocina.
You know what i meana!

(bridge)
Get some boilin' water! yeah!
Get a pound of beans! yeah!
Get some spice and make it nice! yeah!
You know what i mean!

But if a friend has gas /that he's passin'
It gives me a headache end i gotta take aspirin
It makes me dizzy/ i fix him fizzies
To calm his stomach/ when it's feelin kinda Busy
some like it white/but i like it brown
I like spicy chicken/ and i can throw it down
Chilis come red /and chilis come green
When it's on the table/ i lick my plate clean
Then i drink a toast to the host and hostess
But first we give thanks/ to god the mostest
'cause if i am a guest/ i always wash my plate
Sip a sip a soda while i sing amazing grace
Rings on my fingers /left round the tub
Bass fulla bubbles/ bumpin like a wash tub
Think about my troubles/ goin down the drain
Dryin' up the puddles in the back of my brain
But... (chorus)
(from ome))

germuska wrote:I don't think it qualifies as "serious" but I like Spearhead's "Red Beans and Rice" (certainly one of the single most popular dishes for people to write songs about!)

Yes, beans definitely seem to have inspired a lot of songwriters, perhaps because poor musicians have to eat a lot of them. The Muddy Waters song Matt mentioned is one of my favorites.

The Spearhead song is online here. I'm not a huge fan of hip-hop, but this certainly has it all over Peanut Butter Jelly Time.

Another song about beans - Farmer's Market - Annie Ross' vocalese to an Art Farmer tume:

Once there was a girl and she was right from the sticks
Thought she'd go out to the market one day
And hey
We could sure say of the town
She was the toast
Really the most
We don't want to boast
But scads of lads would all surround her, city slickers sure would hound her

She went in the marketplace and what did she see?
Crew-cut and cute with a crazy goatee
What a blend
He was the end
Selling beans
Dressed in his his jeans
What a buy
She was heard to cry

"I got beans at a bargain little girl
Won't you step right up
Cast your eyes upon my ware and you will have no other care
there'll be no other worry there if you'd see the crazy fare you'll have when they are cleaned and cooked and crazy on the table

"I got 'em fresh this very morning from the backyard and I picked them all myself
I hoped that you would come along and buy my beans because what I'm trying to say is
They taste so good
They taste so very, very good
Take advantage of a bargain
Come in and buy some

We got string beans, snap beans, lima beans
We got the very kind of beans that I would like to put right in your pressure cooker pretty baby don' you see what I mean
They are the finest of beans, the coolest of beans
They are the best beans that you could find in this or any marketplace."

"What are you trying to prove with all your talk of beans?
Yes I know that they look crazy
but they're just beans
Only beans
and they will have to go because there's something you should know
That though I think the beans are great
Well, you can leave them off my plate
Because they're not my favorite dish."

"Hey
let me say
I
am not the guy
who's supposed to sell the beans
It's a means
to you
'cause I knew
that I should be your your guy
come, baby let me try

Once there was a drummer who was straight from New York
touring the country with Wardell Gray
And hey
We could sure say of the drums
He was a toast
Really the most
We don't want to boast
But all the crazy chicks would hound him, all the crazy bands would would sound him

Then one day he met the one who made his head whirl
He met and married the same little girl.
What a blend
They are the end
They're real cool
House with a pool
Crazy scenes.

Blame it on the beans!

nr706 wrote:Another song about beans - Farmer's Market - Annie Ross' vocalese to an Art Farmer tume

One of her best ... although nothing tops "Twisted"!

I suppose the most famous song about beans is also the silliest.

The Sorcerer

I'm excited to discover that a production of Gilbert and Sullivan's "The Sorcerer" is being produced by the Madison (Wis.) Savoyards, July 20-21 and 27-29. This rarely performed comic opera features one of the greatest food songs of all time, "Now to the Banquet We Press," and the following "Tea-cup Brindisi." As a plus, they are mounting this as a double feature with the even less frequently mounted "Cox and Box" by Burnand and Sullivan, which includes "Hush'd is the Bacon."

We've just bought tickets for Friday night and will likely stay over to do the tremendous Dane County Farmers' Market Saturday morning.

Here are the lyrics, though alone they don't do it justice.

Now to the Banquet We Press
Lyrics by W.S. Gilbert

Now to the banquet we press;
Now for the eggs and the ham;
Now for the mustard and cress,
Now for the strawberry jam!
Now for the tea of our host,
Now for the rollicking bun,
Now for the muffin and toast,
And now for the gay Sally Lunn!
Now for the muffin and toast,
And now for the gay Sally Lunn!
The eggs and the ham, and the strawberry jam!
The rollicking bun, and the gay Sally Lunn!
The eggs and the ham, and the strawberry jam!
The rollicking bun, and the gay Sally Lunn!
The eggs and the ham, and the strawberry jam!
The rollicking bun,
The rollicking bun, and the gay Sally Lunn!
And the strawberry jam!
Jam, -- Bun,
Jam, -- Bun,
Oh, the strawberry, strawberry jam,
Bun, -- Jam,
Bun, -- Jam,
Oh, the rollicking, rollicking bun!

Be happy all -- the feast is spread before ye;
Fear nothing, but enjoy yourselves, I pray!
Eat, aye, and drink -- be merry, I implore ye,
For once let thoughtless Folly rule the day.

Tea-cup Brindisi
Lyrics by W.S. Gilbert

Eat, drink, and be gay,
Banish all worry and sorrow,
Laugh gaily today,
Weep, if you're sorry, tomorrow!
Come, pass the cup around --
I will go bail for the liquor;
It's strong, I'll be bound,
For it was brewed by the vicar!
It's strong, I'll be bound,
For it was brewed by the vicar!

None so knowing as he
At brewing a jorum of tea,
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
A pretty stiff jorum of tea.

See -- see -- they drink --
All thoughts unheeding,
The tea-cups clink,
They are exceeding!
Their hearts will melt
In half-an-hour --
Then will be felt
The potion's power!
Then will be felt
The potion's power!
The potion's power!

Pain, trouble, and care,
Misery, heart-ache, and worry,
Quick, out of your lair!
Get you all gone in a hurry!
Toil, sorrow, and plot,
Fly away quicker and quicker --
Three spoons to the pot --
That is the brew of your vicar!
Three spoons to the pot --
That is the brew of your vicar!

None so cunning as he
At brewing a jorum of tea,
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
A pretty stiff jorum of tea!

Hush'd is the Bacon (A Lullaby)
Lyrics by Francis Cowley Burnand

Hush'd is the bacon on the grid,
I'll take a nap and close my eye,
Soon shall I be nodding, nodding nid,
Nid nodding, nodding, nodding, nodding.
Singing lullaby,
Lullaby, Lullaby,
Lulla, lulla, lulla, lulla, lullaby,
Hush a bye bacon, on the coal top,
Till I awaken, there you will stop,
Hush a bye bacon, on the coal top,
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby.

Sleep, gentle bacon, smoke amid,
Which, circling up, smile on the fry,
While I am nodding, nodding nid,
Nid nodding, nodding, nodding, nodding.
Singing lullaby,
Lullaby, Lullaby,
Lulla, lulla, lulla, lulla, lullaby,
Hush a bye bacon, on the coal top,
Till I awaken, there you will stop,
Hush a bye bacon, on the coal top,
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby.

Thanksgiving music!

The Turkey Song (video) from Joey McIntyre.

Thanksgiving Day is coming, so Mr. Turkey said.

An entire page of Thanksgiving carols recorded by the LaFont family of Portland, Ore.
I like "It's Beginning to Smell a Lot Like Turkey."

No professional singers were harmed (or even heard from) during the making of these recordings.

I Heart Thanksgiving (mp3), a "Sister Golden Hair" parody from Robert Lund at The FuMP.

Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout your
Sister's boysenberry pies
And the sweet potato casserole
Brings teardrops to my eyes

Turkey Coma (mp3) from the C-Tezz Allstars, an Austin, Texas, band.

White meat, dark meat, no room for ham
Take the gravy boat to Tryptophan

Definitely silly.

Here's one more, from the Thanksgiving Day Woot.com podcast (mp3).

Just mashed potatoes, no candied yams!
No sweet 'tater casserole -- that's not the type I am.

One of my favorites:

Reverend Horton Heat - Eat Steak
(sample HERE)

Eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol' steer
Eat steak, eat steak do we have one dear?
Eat beef, eat beef it's a mighty good food
It's a grade A meal when I'm in the mood.

Cowpokes'll come from a near and far
When you throw a few rib-eyes on the fire
Roberto Duran ate two before a fight
'Cause it gave a lot of mighty men a lot of mighty might

Eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol' steer
Eat steak, eat steak do we have one dear?
Eat beef, eat beef it's a mighty good food
It's a grade A meal when I'm in the mood.

Eat meat, eat meat, filet mignon
Eat meat, eat meat, ear it all day long
Eat a few T-bones till you get your fill
Eat a new york cut, hot off the grill

Eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol' steer
Eat steak, eat steak do we have one dear?
Eat beef, eat beef it's a mighty good food
It's a grade A meal when I'm in the mood.

Eat a cow, eat a cow 'cuz it's good for you
Eat a cow, eat a cow it's the thing that goes Mooooo

Look at all the cows in the slaughterhouse yard
Gotta hit 'em in the head, gotta hit 'em real hard
First you gotta clean 'em then the butcher cuts 'em up
Throws it on a scale throws an eyeball in a cup

Saw a big Angus Steer standing right over there
So I rustled up a fire cooked him medium rare
Bar-B-Q'ed his brisket, a roasted his rump
Fed my dog that ol' Angus Steer's hump

Eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol' steer
Eat steak, eat steak do we have one dear?
Eat beef, eat beef it's a mighty good food
It's a grade A meal when I'm in the mood.

THIS CD has always been in frequent rotation throughout the years.

Diner-Mite: Swingin' Diner

1. Java Jive - The Modernaires
2. Everybody Eats When They Come to My House - Cab Calloway & His Orchestra
3. Chiquita Banana - Xavier Cugat
4. Coffee Time - Kay Kyser
5. Matzoh Balls - Slim Gaillard
6. Coffee and Cakes - Frankie Masters & His Orchestra
7. Mangos - Rosemary Clooney
8. Chicken Ain't Nothin' But a Bird - Cab Calloway
9. Black Coffee - Sarah Vaughan
10. All That Meat and No Potatoes - Les Brown
11. Coffee Five, Doughnuts Five (Coffee and Doughnuts Ten) - The Modernaires
12. Frim Fram Sauce - Les Brown

Neil Young is certaintly one of the most important artists of our time, as made obvious by his immortal song T-bone. Running at 9:12, it may be a bit of wanking, but I find it just perfect for that pre-dinner dance / frolic while setting the table and plating the food with that final exuberant thrust and flourish.

got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone

got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
ain't got no t-bone

got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone

got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone
t-bone

got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone
no t-bone

got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone

ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone

ain't got no t-bone

got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
ain't got no t-bone

got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
got mashed potatoes
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone
ain't got no t-bone

-ramon

Thanksgiving Sammie Werkshoppe iPod mix: (food I was listening to while making music)

Things Behind the Sun-Nick Drake
Hekhai-Masada
Country Air-Beach Boys
Glimpse-Elph
Be Bop Kid-Suicide
Shamas-Ud-Doha, Badar-Ud-Doja-Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
Die Wolfe Kommen Zuruck-COIL
Lyre Liar-Throbbing Gristle
Wider Ignorance-Andrew Coleman
John Cassavetes(1)-Ekkehard Ehlers
Say it Somehow-The Light in the Piazza
Kimberly-Patti Smith
Homo Erectus-Long Fin Killie
The Sylvia Hotel-Zumpano
Sun-Alice Coltrane
Hymn 23-Psychic TV
Through the Night Softly-Jim O'Rourke
K Luminate-Pan American
Finishing the Hat-Sunday in the Park with George
Cinq Grimaces...-Satie
Ghost Bitch-Sonic Youth

I was reminded to revive this thread when researching a holiday play list for a Christmas drop-in.
Christmas in Hollis
Run- DMC


Run:

It was December 24th on Hollis Ave in the dark
When I seen a man chilling with his dog in the park
I approached very slowly with my heart full of fear
Looked at his dog, oh my God, an ill reindeer
But then I was illin because the man had a beard
And a bag full of goodies, 12 o'clock had neared
So I turned my head a second and the man had gone
But he left his driver's wallet smack dead on the lawn
I picket the wallet up then I took a pause
Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus"
A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's
Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease
But I'd never steal from Santa, cause that ain't right
So I'm going home to mail it back to him that night
But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree
Was a letter from Santa and all the dough was for me

D.M.C. :

It's Christmas time in Hollis Queens
Mom's cooking chicken and collard greens
Rice and stuffing, macaroni and cheese
And Santa put gifts under Christmas trees
Decorate the house with lights at night
Snow's on the ground, snow white so bright
In the fireplace is the yule log
Beneath the mistle toe as we drink egg nog
The rhymes you hear are the rhymes of Darryl's
But each and every year we bust Chrsitmas carrols
(Christmas melodies)

Run-D.M.C. :

Rhymes so loud and prod you hear it
It's Christmas time and we got the spirit
Jack Frost chillin, the orchas out?
And that's what Christmas is all about
The time is now, the place is here
And the whole wide world is filled with cheer

D.M.C. :

My name's D.M.C. with the mic in my hand
And I'm chilling and coolin just like a snowman
So open your eyes, lend us an ear
We want to say

Run-D.M.C. :

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

For whatever reason, none of those Jewish guys composing songs about chestnuts roasting on an open fire and being home for a white Christmas time in the city at the most wonderful time of the year got around to Hanukkah carols. The few well-known traditional songs are mostly lame, and the only contemporary song to get any real airplay is just as bad. Not only that, they barely mention the food!

Therefore I commend to you Hanukkah Rocks by the LeeVees.

'Latke Clan' wrote:The sun is setting, get home as fast as you can
We'll put the oil into the pan
So come and join our latke clan
'Cause we are latke fans

'Goyim Friends' wrote:All my goyim friends, they're eating up their ham
Honey-glazed, baked to perfection
With dinner rolls, gravy boats and turkey
Creme brulee, cherry pie and fruitcake (yuck)
But we, we will march on
With General Tso and egg foo yong
Takeout's not wrong
And we will march on

And my favorite...

'Applesauce vs. Sour Cream' wrote:Applesauce vs. sour cream, applesauce or sour cream?
It's the choice you're gonna have to make:
Which to put on your potato cakes?

Applesauce vs. sour cream, applesauce or sour cream, now,
It's the choice you're gonna have to make.
Tell your mom to fry, not bake.

Nu, so they aren't Irving Berlin, but they're no "Dreidel, Dreidel," either.

You can hear a selection, including these, here. Click on the arrow keys to change the song and on the frying pan to flip the latke. (It's a little too thick, but Mike G didn't provide animation.)

Hanukkah starts Tuesday, Dec. 4, but you don't have to wait that long for a latke fix.

Mark Knopfler wrote a song about the story behind McDonald's. It's an awesome song musically, and lyrically it's also very interesting. Boom, Like That is the name of the song. Here are the lyrics

I'm going to San Bernardino, ring-a-ding-ding
Milkshake mix is thus my thing now
These guys bought a heap of my stuff
And I gotta see a good thing shooting up now

Oh my name is not Croc, that's Kroc with a K
Like crocodile but not spelt that way now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc style - Boom, like that!

Folks line up all down the street
Now I'm seeing this girl devour her meat now
And then I get it wham as clear as day
My pulse begins to hammer then I hear a voice say

These boys have got this down
Ought to be one of these in every town
These boys have got the touch
It's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much
Wham bam don't wait long
Shake fries plenty of gum
How about that friendly name, heck
every little thing gotta stay the same

Or my name is not Croc, that's Kroc with a K
Like crocodile but not spelt that way now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Dog eat dog, rat eat rat now
Oh it's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc style - Boom, like that!

You gentlemen are to expand
You're gonna need a helping hand now
So gentlemen well what about me?
We'll make a little business history now

Or my name is not Croc all the way
Like crocodile but not spelt that way now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc style - Boom, like that!

Well we'll build it up and I'll buy him out
The man they made me grind it out now
They open up a new place flippin' meat
So I do too, right across the street

I got the main I need town
Sell 'em in the end and it all shuts down
Sometimes you gotta be an S.O.B.
You wanna make a dream reality
Competition sent 'em south
They're gonna drown or we're hosing 'em out
Do not pass go go straight to hell
I smell a lotta meat, da smell

Or my name is not Kroc that's Kroc with a K
Like crocodile but not spelt that way now
Oh it's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Dog eat dog, rat eat rat now
Oh it's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc style - Boom, like that!

It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=-hkGR_8DeDM

djenks wrote:Mark Knopfler wrote a song about the story behind McDonald's. It's an awesome song musically, and lyrically it's also very interesting. Boom, Like That is the name of the song.

Rhapsody has a free music video online here:
http://www.rhapsody.com/markknopfler/vi ... omlikethat

gmonkey wrote:It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=-hkGR_8DeDM

Ugh.

food critic turns love of tamales into online musical tribute

Cool. Thanks, Ramon. Just in case the E&P story goes away, here's the link to the blog where you can listen to the song, My Lady of Tamales. That also has a link to the writer's article on tamales, which is pretty interesting, too. Ed Murrieta of the Tacoma News Tribune takes tamales seriously, as does his song, making it one of the rarities of food music.

While we're on Christmas-food songs... Others have posted elsewhere about Brandon Harris Walker's "Chinese Food on Christmas," but it ought to be linked in this thread, too: Original acoustic version, 2006; Hokey music video, 2007 (videos). Also, note upthread the LeeVee's "Goyim Friends," in a similar vein.

For those of you who don't eat Chinese food on Christmas, here is a nice Christmas Turkey Song from Wales (don't miss the video) and Eric Cartman's classic paean to the Swiss Colony Beef Log (mp3).

And do have a piece of Miss Fogarty's Christmas Cake.

There were plums and prunes and cherries,
There were citrons and raisins and cinnamon, too
There was nutmeg, cloves and berries
And a crust that was nailed on with glue
There were caraway seeds in abundance
Such that work up a fine stomach ache
That could kill a man twice after eating a slice
Of Miss Fogarty's Christmas cake.

Recent attempts to negotiate a dining engagement made me think of this song.

'E Eats Everything' on Here Come the ABCs by They Might Be Giants wrote:E eats everything
Yeah, E eats everything

So toss in on a plastic plate
Or stick it with a fork
Serve it with a shovel
Or serve it on a spork

Yeah, E eats everything
Yeah, E eats everything

F is far too fussy
And only eats with fancy wine
G eats only gourmet
But never can decide

Video here, mp3 at midpage here.

"Steak and Black Onions" by Rapeman

Why don't you stuff it, man
Plant eating p* !!!

I think Bourdain would like it

"Steak and Black Onions" by Rapeman

Why don't you stuff it, man
Plant eating p* !!!

I think Bourdain would like it

Nice! Two Nuns and a Packmule is a fine album. I must admit I didn't expect to see a Rapeman referance on LTH, but it's a pleasant surprise

I don't think this has come up yet. More like a skit with music, but it does, of course, have a local interest:

"I hate liver, liver makes me quiver,
liver makes me curl right up and die, makes me cry...
it gives you hives, gives you scurvy, turns my stomach topsy turvy,
liver just simply ain't my bag, makes me gag, makes me want to throw up...
Now liver is neither solid or liquid, but merely an amorphous, viscous colloid of putrid protein...
It is located between the 7th and the 10th dorsal vertebrae,
JUST south of the diaphragm, "lounging like a worm on a pillow of fat."
Now did you ever look at the word liver?
Is it any coincidence that there are 5 letters in the word liver?
The same number of letters as in the word death? the word drugs? the word hippy?...

Well, maybe you just haven't had it cooked right...

Naaah, I've had that stuff sauteed, I've had it breaded and broiled and broasted and braised,
I've had it diced and sliced and riced and sunnyside up over easy fried, and it still comes out, LIVER....
I hate liver, liver makes me quiver, liver makes me curl right up and die, (makes me cry)...
Why, first time I had it, I didn't like it at all...

Well, what happened?

Well, I was about 9 months..my mammy gave me a hunk of that Gerber's baby food.
Well, I rolled it around, looked at her eyeballs, spit it out and uttered my first words...

At nine months, what'd you say?

I said... I hate liver, liver makes me quiver,
liver makes me curl right up and die, makes me cry...
it gives you hives, gives you scurvy, turns my stomach topsy turvy,
liver just simply ain't my bag."



-- "Second City", Chicago radio group, 1970's

No one has said Jimmy Buffett -- Cheeseburger in Paradise.

I Like mine with lettuce and tomatoes. Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes.

By: jimmy buffett
1978
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
Made it nearly seventy days
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays

But at night i'd had these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zuchinni, fettucini or bulghar wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat

Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
Not too particular not too precise (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise

Heard about the old time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the menu at a holiday inn

Times have changed for sailors these days
When i'm in port i get what i need
Not just havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that american creation on which i feed

Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Medium rare with mustard 'be nice (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good god almighty which way do i steer for my

Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice (paradise)
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice (paradise)
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise

Coda:
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good god almighty which way do i steer for my

Beck: Satan Gave me a Taco (vid)

-ramon

The Vestibules: You're a Hamburger (video)

The Vestibules are a comedy trio from Montreal. The video linked is obviously an amateur production, but cleverly conceived.

Food music in Hakka

I don't know much about these music videos except that they are both lively and catchy songs. Picking through the ethnic slurs of the commentary, I infer that the singer in one or both is a Malaysian artist named Chew Chin Yin and that they are both Hakka-language covers of Cantopop songs, and may have been originally recorded in Cantonese by Sam Hui or The Wynners in Hong Kong in the 1970s.

In the first, you can clearly hear the repeated words "chow mein."

For anyone who reads Chinese, both videos have subtitles in Chinese characters and transliteration in English letters. If anyone knows anything about these songs, or can translate, I'd love to know more.

Cau Mian (Chow Mein)

A Po Mai Ham Choy (Grandma Buys Salted Vegetables)

Norwegian heavy-metal food music

Black Debbath is a hard-rock band from Norway. (If their name doesn't give you a clue as to what they sound like, you probably don't enjoy their kind of music much.) Their 2001 English-language CD, "Welcome to Norway," a humorous musical guide for tourists, includes such songs as "The Vikings (The Pioneers of Rock)" and "Mongo Norway (A Guide to Nightlife in Oslo)," as well as "Traditional Food."

We eat a lot of fish, baby,
Both smoked, raw and rotten....

Not for delicate sensibilities, but fun.
Short video clip
Album songlist and downloads