I think this short song was only briefly performed, although I’m sure it could have done well for a long time in the hands of any half-decent Prince Philip impersonator, of whom NewsRevue had many at that time.
All these years later, I still find the idea of Prince Philip being the patron of WWF bizarre. I mean the World Wide Fund for Nature, of course. Philip The Greek God as patron of the wrestling lot would make a bit more sense.
ALL THINGS WILD AND SHOOTABLE _
(A Quickie to the Tune of “All Things Bright and Beautiful”)
CHORUS 1
All things bright and beautiful,
Love the World Wildlife Fund;
Their patron’s not cute at all,
Prince Philip has beasts gunned.
VERSE 1 – PRINCE PHILIP
I shoot the grouse on Moorlands,
But won’t hunt baby fawns;
I’d sooner stuff their mummies,
And mount their daddies’ horns.
CHORUS 2
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures tasty hot;
All things wild and shootable,
Prince Philip kills the lot.
(PRINCE PHILIP:Hear, hear.)
(c) Ian Harris 1993
In Autumn 1994 I replaced the “Hear hear” line with
(PRINCE PHILIP: I think I’ll start with that stupid wimp of a son, Charles)
…it looks as though I had another go at resubmitting it in autumn 1995 as well.
In May, I had a hunch that Norman Lamont would make a subsequent pile in the City and by September it had been announced that he was joining the Board of N M Rothchild.
Soon after, Lamont must have moved even closer to my W2 residence, as I went through a phase of seeing him on the main strip of Notting Hill Gate, shuffling along in his inimitable manner. We even had a branch of Threshers along there at the time, which added to my fun at the sightings. But I never saw him go in to Threshers. On that N M Rothchild stipend, I suspect that Norman was buying more expensive booze than the Threshers kind and that his credit limit was, by then, more manageable/much bigger.
TEACHER:Gather round children. I’m going to tell you a story about a nasty grey man who made your mummies and daddies all very poor. And who made himself very very rich.
VERSE
One grey day,
A cabinet shuffle came;
The people said they were badly lead,
And Norman got the blame.
Some may say,
Lamont is a merchant banker; (children giggle, TEACHER: settle down children)
So Norman smiled, joined N M Rothchild,
And called Major to say…… “thank ya”. (perhaps children mouth “wanker”)
CHORUS
Oh, Norman the Chancellor left the bunch,
And said goodbye to John’s circus;
Since the pound had gone bumpety bump, bump, bump, bump.
Norman the Chancellor did some lunch,
And said hello to the city;
He’ll get rich in the slumpety slump, slump, slump, slump.
Some good lines in this one but I have a feeling it wasn’t used. I had plenty in the show at that time and perhaps this wasn’t my strongest political lyric when taken as a whole.
JOHNNY MAGGIE _
(To the Tune of “Johnny Reggae”)
INTRO
CHORUS:What’s he like Margaret? MAGGIE:He’s a real dreary geezer.
VERSE 1 – MAGGIE THATCHER
He’s going bald a bit and he’s been in power much too long; And he wears a nylon tie with the label “C&A” on; He always makes a cock up when decisions cross his path, He’s stupid over cricket, And he couldn’t run a bath.
CHORUS 1 – CHORUS
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, Slag off Johnny Maggie, Johnny Major Maggie, Lay it on him; Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, In your memoirs Maggie, Slag off Johnny Maggie, Blame it on him.
VERSE 2 – JOHNNY MAJOR
While still in power she promised she would go on and on; And most of Maggie’s memoirs are like a dose of Mogadon; Her publishers were anxious cos they want a best seller; They told her “spice it up a bit, Slag off that Major fellah.”
CHORUS 2 – CHORUS
Maggie is a menace, She slurs more than Dennis, Her book shook John then it’s Hit the stalls; Johnny tried to cage her, But he can’t upstage her, Maggie’s got John Major by the balls!!!
Below is a video of The Piglets singing Johnny Reggae:
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:
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.
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!!!!
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:
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: