Stevie McCabe words

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GAPING BLACK HOLE

There is an' ole black hole down Kentucky way
Where you can echo the words "Woo Woo - hey hey!"
An get a funky answer from the other side
Like "A-Wop-Bop-A-Lupa" or "Hollow inside"
It's the darned-est thing an not a body knows wide
But I guess it's all a-comin' from the other side!

When you get there all the folks give a cheery "Hello"
An' if you listen real hard you'd hear a "Go Johnny go!"
When you've caught your breath, you'll maybe try it yourself
Sing out "Mashed Potato!" Listen out for "The Twist"
If you don't listen out you may not hear it as clear
But its for real, for sure, no fear.

It's called the gaping black hole, and to this live-long day
If you sing out your questions, answers come your way
Try "a- tutti-tutti-frutti", you will hear "Oh Rudy"
Sing out "shake shake shake", you're bound to hear "Your Booty"
You gotta stop yourself from thinking twice -
Or Billie Jean'll come right at you tonite.

GARFUNKEL'S CARBUNKLE
Art Garfunkel had a carbunkle
Right in the middle of his nose
He woke one morning and it had gone
Where it went, nobody knows!
Suspecting Paul Simon, he went to South Africa
Seeking the songwriter and friend
Black African Mombassa were playin' steel drums
Darnn nearly drove him round the bend!
Finally he saw Simon with a little fat-faced girl
Laughing like Gregory Peck
"You'll dunk a lotta monks before you find that carbunkle-
There were hints and allegations but they'll never stick!"

GEORGE, THE GOD, THE SENTIMENTAL OLD FOOL
George, the god, the sentimental old fool
My Aunt came to the station an' I was sent to meet the fool
She'd been to Quail Island, she was some kind of ghoul
Wanted to save the Salamander, and put it in her pool
I said "You've got a fat chance of saving that old fossil
Just to pry it from that rock you'd need a mighty big tool
If you actually catch one, you're in for quite a tussle
Go an' god be with you - my salamander fool!"
She pryed without success, so she pryed and pryed again
To detatch that tetchy lizard from the rocky rocky cove
And after 17 hours of incessant, constant prying
The salamander popped off, and instantly hove
"O, where, O, where ha'me salamander gone
O, where, O, where can 'e be?"
"E' 'as hove to the cover of the Salamander's Cove
'N' I don't blame you if if you say "Woe is me!"

GET OUT OF THE PUB

Get out of the pub, young Terry Tegels
Leave the Tavern, young Terry
7 more beers and a coupla begels -
You'll be duckwalking like Chuck Berry!
Your Tegelaphone is turned uo too loud
Everyone can hear your voice
Turn it down, you'll disappear in the crowd
Trust me, it'll be choice!
Young Terry Tegels, I beg you to leave
And take away your Tegelaphone
Those scratchy sounds, that predominant whistle
Chills me right to the bone!
You are old, Terry Tegels, get out of the pub
You're much too old for that kind of thing
Take your rubber duckie, and go jump in the tub
You've said quite enough to bartender Bing

THE GHOST OF ELMER FUDD

7 years after I left that house
For reasons which still make me quiver
I still get spooked by that haunting sound
It makes me cry like the Avon River
"Come out and pway!" the voice does say
"Come out and pway, bud!"
Because I'm haunted by that sound, the very eery sound
The Ghost of Elmer Fudd
It started one day back in '76
I was shootin' rabbits, just for fun
He wasn't doin' nuthin', just yelling a lot
Shot him with my gun
Now I hang my head in this prison cell
And I'll never smile again, no, Bud
Because I'm sentenced to a life of torture from
The Ghost of Elmer Fudd
"Here wabbit! Nice Wabbit! Come out and pway!"
etc.
It's a long long time since I shot the little guy
But every day I hear that voice
And I can't get out of this prison cell
God, let me die by choice
Breakin' these rocks doesn't soothe my soul -
I don't think anything could
Because my taskmaster, the one I owe is
The Ghost of Elmer Fudd.

THE GUSHER

Down 1500 feet from the 13th drill site
Is a little pool of thick, black oil
They're using it as warpaint in a tiny village
But their paradise will soon be spoiled -
For in two weeks time these outmoded braves
To a new way of life will be ushered
For soon you will see, at the site of the paintshop
A monster-spurt, a 90 foot gusher