The Yasser Kissing Song, NewsRevue Lyric, 12 September 1993

This lyric ran and ran in NewsRevue, done by several different casts performed in various ways.

There was a sense of optimism about the Middle East peace process that autumn. Yitzhak Rabin was pushing hard for a peace deal on the Israeli side and Yasser Arafat was also doing the diplomacy rounds. The Oslo Accord was signed the day after I wrote this lyric.

I press the above point, because, writing in 2019 with peace seeming further away than ever, such a lighthearted and irreverent lyric would seem inappropriate; unhelpful even.

But the fact of the matter was that peace seemed ever so close, Rabin was the distant handshake type and Yasser was definitely the kissing type. Perhaps unfortunately, a kiss never happened between those two leaders.

I have found a 2018/2019 equivalent asymmetric kiss between Theresa May and Jean-Claude Juncker, which has the requisite lack of mutual enthusiasm as I envisaged it for Rabin and Arafat. And let’s face it, the kissing doesn’t seem to be helping the Brexit process – click here.

Below is the actual, famous September 1993 handshake, with all that hope and promise that went with it, the day after I wrote the Yasser Kissing Song lyric:

Next up, the Yasser Kissing Song lyric:

THE YASSER KISSING SONG

(To the Tune of “It’s In His Kiss”)
 
INTRO
 
He’s so ugly, slimy and fat,
I don’t wanna kiss from Yasser Arafat.
 
VERSE 1
 
{Does he shake your hand?}
Not in the Middle East,
{We don’t understand}
You’ll get a snog at least;
If you have a chat with Yasser Arafat,
You’ll get a kiss {smack on the lips},
Oh yeh, you’ll get a kiss {that’s how it is}.
 
VERSE 2
 
{One day he’s in Amman}
Embracing King Hussein,
{Then kissing in Oman}
Then schmoozing on his plane;
Watch those Sultans glow once that Yasser goes,
Back to Tunis {that’s where he lives},
Oh no, they don’t want his {dalliances}.
 
MIDDLE BIT
 
Kiss him and squeeze him tight,
To influence the PLO – vote;
Just make sure that he doesn’t stick,
His tongue down your throat.
 
VERSE 3
 
{About his huge tea towel}
Oh no, it’s a keffiyeh,
The way he wears it is awfully queer;
But the PLO have got Jerico,
And Gaza strip {we want his peace},
Oh yeh but not his kiss,
Smack on the lips !!!!!

Below is Cher singing It’s In His Kiss with the lyrics on the screen:

Submission To Paul McQuirk’s NewsRevue Run, 12 September 1993

LIST OF SONGS SUBMITTED AND TAPE TRACK LISTING

PAUL MCQUIRK SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER 1993 RUN
 
Dear Paul
 
I enclose your starter pack of lyrics and tape for my current offerings.  The pack includes some very new ones, some rewrites of older ones and some that have been cruelly overlooked before but still have life in them. 
 
Please do call me and let me know if you are short of any subjects or styles and I shall try to oblige.  Also, if any of these need a bit of rewrite then I shall be happy to change them on request.
 
See you soon.

The Labour Chorus, NewsRevue Lyric, 8 September 1993

For some reason, the Labour Party had chosen the main theme from the fourth movement of Brahms’s first symphony as its party anthem at that time.

I like the symphony and the tune but wasn’t sure about it as a Labour motif.

I’m not sure when or if this one was used. The log says I wrote it 8 September but the electronic file is dated 23 October, so I might have tinkered or just resubmitted to the next run.

Some good lines, I think. And Brahms.

THE LABOUR CHORUS

(To the Tune of Brahms Symphony No 1 Mov IV, “Labour Theme” bit)
 
CHORUS 1
 
We’re the Labour chorus,
We’re not really that left wing;
The voters ignore us,
Because of the songs we sing;
As,
They find it a drag,
To hear the red flag,
They hate it irrational-ly;
And get a fright,
When the workers unite,
To sing the Internationale…….
 
CHORUS 2 (which starts two notes before the end of chorus 1)
 
…..We’re the Labour chorus,
The unions are up in arms;
Cos John Smith implored us,
To sing you a tune by Brahms;
Who,
Was bourgeois and dead,
And not very red,
Which is much like the Labour move-ment;
John Smith will gloat,
As he dumps the block vote,
To start to build Labour’s improvement………
 
CHORUS 3 (which starts two notes before the end of chorus 2)
 
…..We’re the Labour chorus,
We sing when we’ve drunk some jars;
This tune ought to bore us,
Cos we’ve only learnt twelve bars;
But,
We’re up in the polls,
And wait for our roles,
In the Government bathed in glor-y;
‘Tho’ in the end,
Half those voters intend,
To swop sides and vote bloody Tory!!!!

Here’s the Chicago Symphony Orchestra under James Levine playing that Brahms movement. The Labour Chorus theme emerges for the first time after 5’10”. Then it reappears periodically.

I tweaked this lyric and re-released it in the autumn of 1994:

THE LABOUR CHORUS AUTUMN 1994 REMIX
(To the Tune of Brahms Symphony No 1 Mov IV, “Labour Theme” bit)
CHORUS 1
We’re the Labour chorus,
We’re not really that left wing;
The voters ignore us,
Because of the songs we sing;
As,
They find it a drag,
To hear the red flag,
They hate it irrational-ly;
And get a fright,
When the workers unite,
To sing the Internationale…….
CHORUS 2 (which starts two notes before the end of chorus 1)
…..We’re the Labour chorus,
The unions are up in arms;
Cos Tony implored us,
To sing you a tune by Brahms;
Who,
Was bourgeois and dead,
And not very red,
Like John Smith, whom we gave applause for,
Tories will gloat,
Now we’ve dumped the block vote,
And started to row over clause four………
CHORUS 3 (which starts two notes before the end of chorus 2)
…..We’re the Labour chorus,
We sing when we’ve drunk some jars;
This tune ought to bore us,
Cos we’ve only learnt twelve bars;
But,
We’re up in the polls,
And wait for our roles,
In the Government bathed in glor-y;
‘Tho’ in the end,
Half those voters intend,
To swap sides and vote bloody Tory!!!!

I did another minor rewrite of this lyric in 1997. The reference to “Such” is Screaming Lord Such, who ran as a Monster Raving Loony in every election for decades.:

LABOUR CHORUS 1997 REMIX
To the Tune of Brahms Symphony No 1 Mov IV, “Labour Theme” bit)
CHORUS 1
We’re the Labour chorus,
We’re not really that left wing;
Some voters ignore us,
Because of the songs we sing;
As,
They find it a drag,
To hear the red flag,
They hate it irrational-ly;
And get a fright,
When the workers unite,
To sing the Internationale…….
CHORUS 2 (which starts two notes before the end of chorus 1)
…..We’re the Labour chorus,
The unions are up in arms;
Cos young Blaire implored us,
To sing you a tune by Brahms;
Who,
Was bourgeois and dead,
And not very red,
Which is much like the Labour move-ment;
Tony was sure,
That to chuck out Clause Four,
Was the way to Labour’s improvement………
CHORUS 3 (which starts two notes before the end of chorus 2)
…..We’re the Labour chorus,
We sing when we’ve drunk some jars;
This tune ought to bore us,
Cos we’ve only learnt twelve bars;
But,
We’re up in the polls,
And wait for our roles,
In the Government bathed in glor-y;
We’ve changed so much,
Might as well vote for Such,
Or swop sides and vote bloody Tory!!!!

The Start Of A Tennis Tradition That’s Gone On For Decades, 5 September 1993

Janie and I talk about he fact that we have played tennis throughout our time together, which is true. We even played tennis of sorts the very day we met:

But in reality, we didn’t play all that much during our first year together. We did occasionally play at Kim & Micky’s place – indeed Janie did that more regularly than I did. But it was very occasional.

I have found a reference in Janie’s diary which is, I think, the first time we went down to Lamas Park and played on the courts there together.

11.30 Tennis. Plus £2.50

That was the start of our regular tennis. Not every week, or even most weeks, at first. But quite quickly it became a very regular thing.

Lamas Park became “the place” for us for six or seven years. Them, around the turn of the century, we switched to Boston Manor Park. But that’s another story.

A Bit Of Schumann & Brahms, Royal Albert Hall, 4 September 1993

Janie’s first encounter with Günter, was this. Possibly Pauline’s too, although she “will have done all that” with Janie’s father decades earlier, no doubt.

Günter Wand had a close working relationship with the BBC Symphony Orchestra for the Proms for a long time.

Here is a link to the BBC stub for this Prom.

We heard:

  • Robert Schumann – Symphony No. 4 in D minor
  • Johannes Brahms – Symphony No 1 in C minor

It was good.

Robert Henderson in the Telegraph also thought it was good:

Wand Prom Henderson TelegraphWand Prom Henderson Telegraph 08 Sep 1993, Wed The Daily Telegraph (London, Greater London, England) Newspapers.com

So that proves it.

Bank Holiday Weekend Avoiding Carnival At Sandall Close, 27 to 30 August 1993

This is the first year I escaped carnival by taking refuge at Janie’s place. It is a tradition that has persisted for over quarter of a century at the time of writing.

No clues about what we did.

Very little, presumably.

We were no doubt busy celebrating my birthday and the anniversary of our first date:

Nothing wrong with that.

Broken Glass/Heineken Voiceover, NewsRevue Lyric and Quickie, 28 August 1993

What a gift for the satirists during the slow news part of the summer – glass found in lager. All a bit obvious, but it had to be done.

BROKEN GLASS

(A quickie song to the Tune of “Breaking Glass” plus voiceover)
 
The voiceover may be useable after another song or sketch on this news item.
 
The song and voiceover are independent of one another.
 
THE QUICKIE SONG
 
Lately,
There’s been;
Broken glass in my Heineken.
 
See.
 
(Takes a glass of cooled Heineken and drinks from it)
 
It’s such a wonderful lager.
 
(starts to choke)
 
But it’s got problems:
 
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
 
THE VOICEOVER
 
(Chirpy Danish voice)
 
Only Heineken can do this.
 
Because Heineken defleshes the parts other beers cannot reach.
 
 

Here is David Bowie singing Breaking Glass with the lyrics on the screen.

Blame It On The Parents, NewsRevue Lyric (Probably Unused), 25 August 1993

More than 25 years later, as I write in March 2019, the topic of Michael Jackson and his unacceptable behaviour with children is still in the news. If anyone tells you that nobody knew and/or that nobody criticised “back then”, you can at least point to this 1993 lyric.

BLAME IT ON THE PARENTS

(Quickie to the Tune of “Blame it on the Boogie”)
 
VERSE 1
 
Most people say I’m funky,
‘Tho’ I look like a junky,
And I love my pet monkey,
That’s no lie.
 
I played my gigs in Thailand,
It really should be my land,
Cos messing round with kids out there is fine.
 
CHORUS 1
 
Don’t blame it on the skin graft,
Don’t blame it on the face lift,
Don’t blame it on the bleach bath;
Blame it on the parents.
 
Don’t blame it on the child star,
Don’t blame it on the fruit cake,
Just blame it on the bad pa,
Blame it on the parents.
 
OUTRO
 
(Dance off singing)
I just can’t, I just can’t, I just can’t control my prick;
I just can’t, I just can’t, I just can’t control my prick….

Below is a video with Michael Jackson singing Blame It On The Boogie with the lyrics on the screen:

Someone Else, NewsRevue Lyric, 23 August 1993

This was a story that ran and ran. John Demjanjuk was, over many decades, tied up in the judicial system in many countries accused and at times convicted of war crimes and crimes against humanity dusing the Nazi era.

This lyric covered but one of the many wrangles over those decades, when Demjanjuk’s conviction for being a particular Ivan the Terrible was overturned. It is quite possible that he was some other Ivan The Terrible though. He died in 2012 with elements of the matter unresolved/still pending appeal.

I’m not sure the lyric was ever used. The idea of jurisdictions trying to avoid having to ddeal with tough cases of this kind seems as relevant as I write in 2019 as it did in 1993. I think the closing line of this lyric is pretty darned good, though I say so myself.

SOMEONE ELSE

(To the Tune of “Something Else”)
 
VERSE 1
 
Well looky there,
In Tel Aviv;
There goes that Demyanuk,
If he’s a Nazi he would make me puke;
But judges have their doubts in Israel,
The evidence was terrible that sent him to jail;
So now those judges are a-sayin’ to themselves;
“He sure ain’t Ivan, man,
He’s someone else”.
 
VERSE 2
 
Well looky there,
In USA;
They thought the case was dead,
They want Demyanuk like a hole in the head;
The locals will protest and Jews complain,
The Fed will extradite Demyanuk to the Ukraine;
So now those frightened nations are all sayin’ to themselves;
“We sure ain’t trying him,
Try somewhere else”.

Given the context, the Sid Vicious version of the song “Something Else”, with lyrics on the screen, seems suitable:

Did We Go To Andrea’s For Dinner?, 21 August 1993

Both of our diaries say:

Andrea dinner?

Neither has any further details.

I’m going to guess that this particular idea fell through.

But it might have happened that evening, just with neither of us writing any further details in the diary.

For sure we did have dinner with Andrea…more than once…but probably not that night.