There was a fondness for ‘Irish’ songs at the turn-of-the-century, although few were actually Irish melodies, but rather comic or sentimental songs with Irish themes or characters. This song was written by George L. Geifer in 1898 and originally recorded by Edward M. Favor in 1901. It was later recorded by Bing Crosby on December 6, 1945.
Mrs. Murphy gave a party ’bout a week ago everything was plentiful the Murphys they’re not slow they treated us like gentlemen we tried to act the same except for what had happened well it was an awful shame When Mrs. Murphy dished the chowder out she fainted on the spot she found a pair of overalls at the bottom of the pot Tim Nolan he got hoppin’ mad his eyes were bulging out he jumped up om the piano and began to scream and shout
Who Threw The Overalls in Mrs, Murphy’s Chowder? Nobody spoke so they shouted all the louder it’s an Irish trick that’s true I can lick the Mick that threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy’s chowder
Well they fished the pants from out the soup and laid them on the floor every man swore up and down he’s ne’er seen them before they were plastered up with morter and worn out at the knees they had their manys ups and downs as we could plainly see when Mrs. Murphy she “came to” she began to cry and pout she had them in the wash that day and forgot to take them out Tim Nolan had apologised for what he said that night so we put the words to music and we sang with all our might OH ! CHORUS
This song was originally written and recorded by Shania Twain to promote the second season return of the ABC television program Desperate Housewives (2004 – 2012). The song was not used and so Twain released it in September 2005. The song peaked at #29 in the Country Music charts in November, 2005.
Tell me about it… Ooh! Men. Have you ever tried to figure them out? Huh, me too, but I ain’t got no clue – how ’bout you?
Men are like shoes Made to confuse Yeah, there’s so many of ’em I don’t know which ones to choose Ah, sing it to me If you agree
There’s the kind made for runnin’ The sneakers and the low down heels The kind that will keep you on your toes And every girl knows how that feels Ouch, ah, sing it with me
[Chorus:] You’ve got your kickers and your ropers Your everyday loafers, some that you can never find You’ve got your slippers and your zippers Your grabbers and your grippers Man, don’t ya hate that kind? Some you wear in, some you wear out Some you wanna leave behind Sometimes you hate ’em And sometimes you love ’em I guess it all depends on which way you rub ’em But a girl can never have too many of ’em
It’s amazing what a little polish will do… Men are like shoes…
Some make you feel ten feet tall Some make you feel so small Some you want to leave out in the hall Or make you feel like kicking the wall
Ah, sing it with me, girls Ooh! Mmm..
Some can polish up pretty good… Ah, men are like shoes..
It’s amazing what a little polish will do Some clean up good, just like.new Some you can’t afford, some are real cheap Some are good for bummin’ around on the beach
You’ve got your kickers and your ropers Your everyday loafers, yeah some that you can never find You’ve got your slippers and your zippers Your grabbers and your grippers And man, don’t ya hate that kind?
I ain’t got time for the flip-flop kind… Men are like shoes!
The Versatones were a Detroit soul group who had a few minor hits in the late 1950s and early 1960s including Tight Skirt – Tight Sweater in 1958. I couldn’t find the lyrics anywhere online, and the lead singer doesn’t enunciate well enough to write them down.
This song was sung in Spanish by the actress Rosita Serrano in the 1938 German film Es Luechten die Sterne (The Stars Shine). The story behind the comic song comes as the result of a pancake falling out a window onto Molly’s head, and is mistaken for a new hat style. Here is a loose translation of the text in English:
Have you seen Miss Molly's
new hat yet?
Oh, it's so chic. Oh, it's so beautiful.
But it's not a hat, it's a chapeau.
It's only available in Paris - and nowhere else.
Wow, the rumba
With a hat, yes
She bought it yesterday in Paris
The mania returned
Because of your mania, your mania, your mania...
No, no, don’t think about love anymore
From her land that rubber
Heaven saw the flower
No, no, no, don’t think about l'amor
Don’t think about love
Although the title is about clothing, the song is about taking care of yourself, and buttoning up you overcoat against getting cold. Originally written and published in 1928, it was used in the Broadway musical Follow Thru in 1929 starring Jack Haley and Zelda O’Neal who reprised the song for the 1930 technicolour film version, released September 27, 1930, seen here:
Listen, big boy Now that you got me made Goodness, but I’m afraid Somethin’s gonna happen to you
Listen, big boy You gotta be hooked, and how I would die if I should lose you now
Button up your overcoat When the wind is free Take good care of yourself You belong to me
Eat an apple every day Get to bed by three Oh, take good care of yourself You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh Lay off meat, ooh, ooh You’ll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum
Wear your flannel underwear When you climb a tree Oh, take good care of yourself You belong to me
Button up your overcoat When the wind is free Oh, take good care of yourself You belong to me Boop-boop-a-doop
When you sass a traffic cop Use diplomacy Just take good care of yourself You belong to me…
Oh, hi. Thank heaven you’re here. You look absolutely terrific, honestly. (Mother wanted me to come out in a kimono so we had quite a fight…)
(Singing) The best kind of clothes for a protest pose Is this ensemble of pantyhose Pulled over the shorts, worn under the skirt That doubles as a cape.
To reveal you in capri pants You fashion out of ski pants, In a jersey knit designed to fit The contour of your shape. Then cinch it with a cord from the drape.
And that’s the revolutionary costume for today. To show the polo riders, in khakis and topsiders, Just what a revolutionary costume has to say. It can’t be ordered from L.L. Bean. There’s more to living than kelly green. And that’s the revolution, I mean.
Da da da da dum…
(Speaking) Just listen to this: The Hamptons Bee, July, 1972: “The elderly bed-ridden aunt of former First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy, Mrs. Edith Bouvier Beale…”
My very own mother, can you imagine?
“…and her adult daughter, Miss Edie Beale, a former debutante once known as Body Beautiful Beale…”
They called me Body Beautiul Beale, it’s true – that was my whaddyacallit, my uh … sobriquet.
“…are living on Long Island in a garbage-ridden, filthy 28-room house with 52 cats, fleas, cobwebs, and virtually no plumbing. After vociferous complaints from neighbors, the Board of Health took legal action against the reclusive pair.”
Why, it’s the most disgusting, atrocious thing ever to happen in America!
(Singing) You fight City Hall with a Persian shawl That used to hang on the bedroom wall, Pinned under the chin, adorned with a pin And pulled into a twist.
Reinvent the objet trouve, Make a poncho from a duvet, Then you can be with cousin Lee On Mr. Blackwell’s list. The full-length velvet glove hides the fist.
And that’s the revolutionary costume for today. Subvert the CrisCraft boaters, those Nixon-Agnew voters. Armies of conformity are headed right your way. To make a statement you need not be In Boston Harbor upending tea. And that’s a Revolution, to me.
Staunch! There’s nothin’ worse, I tell ya, Staunch! S-T-A-U-N-C-H. Staunch women, we just don’t weaken. A little known fact to the fascist pack Who comes here for antiquin’.
Da da da da dum…
(Speaking) Honestly, they can get you in East Hampton for wearing red shoes on a Thursday ? and all that sort of thing. I don’t know whether you know that ? I mean, do you know that? They can get you for almost anything ? it’s a mean, nasty, Republican town.
(Singing) The best kind of shoes to express bold views Are strapless mules in assertive hues Like fuscia or peach, except on the beach, In which case you wear flats.
When I stood before the nation At Jack’s inauguration, In a high-heeled pump, I got the jump on Jackie’s pillbox hat. Just watch it where you step with the cat!
And that’s the revolutionary costume pour du jour. You mix ‘n’ match and, Presto! A fashion manifesto. That’s why a revolutionary costume’s de rigeur. The rhododendrons are hiding spies, The pussy willows have beady eyes. Binoculars through the privet hedge, They peek at you through the window ledge with guile!
We’re in a Revolution! So win the Revolution with style!
A vaudeville song written and composed by Arthur J. Lamb & Alfred Solman in 1907 and popularized by Helen Trix.
Every Saturday, Willie got his pay. Then he’d call for Nell Trousers neatly pressed and nice white vest Button-hole bouquet as well On Nellie’s little hat, there was a little bird That little bird knew lots of things, it did upon my word And in its quiet way, it had a lot to say As the lovers strolled along.
Refrain:I’ll be your little honey, I will promise that!’ Said Nellie as she rolled her dreamy eyes ‘It’s a shame to take the money’ said the bird on Nellie’s hat ‘Last night she said the same to Johnny Wise’ Then to Nellie, Willie whispered as they fondly kissed ‘I’ll bet you were never kissed like that!’ ‘Well he don’t know Nellie like I do!’ Said the saucy little bird on Nellie’s hat.
In a shady nook, by a quiet brook, Nell and Willie fish Lips together meet in kisses sweet Love is such a dainty dish Then Nellie said to Will such pretty things galore But everything that Nellie said that bird had heard before And as he took her hand and said, ‘Oh ain’t it grand’ Nellie winked the other eye.
Refrain: Now I haven’t caught a fish, what do you think of that?’ Said Nellie with a most bewitching look ‘You can bet she knows her business!’ said the bird on Nellie’s hat ‘And Willie’s the fish she’s going to hook’ ‘Oh its twelve o’ clock’ said Willie as he took her home ‘I’ll bet you’re never out as late as that!’ ‘Well he don’t know Nellie like I do!’ Said the saucy little bird on Nellie’s hat.
Autumn came along, loves young dream all wrong, Will went round to call Servant with a grin said, ‘She’s not in! Nellie’s gone away, that’s all!’ Poor Willie’s heart was broke; his life seemed all in vain Until upon Fifth Avenue he met his Nell again Said he, ‘We meet once more!’ Said she, Love’s dream is o’er! But we can be real good friends.’
Refrain:And I’ll keep your presents, honey, just for old time’s sake’ Said Nellie as she rolled her dreamy eyes ‘She has fixed him good and plenty’ said the bird on Nellie’s hat Oh Willie, Willie, when will you be wise!’ Well, but how about the diamond engagement ring? ‘Of course,’ said Willie, ‘You’ll return me that!’ ‘Well he don’t know Nellie like I do!’ Said the saucy little bird on Nellie’s hat.