Staff Nurse Carmen Smith, Mini-Opera Synopsis, 22 May 1992

I had this idea soon after starting to attend NewsRevue; just a few weeks after John Random and his cast started to use my stuff; not least You Can’t Hurry Trusts.

This idea never got off the ground, although several good souls looked at it and liked it conceptually. It does have some good gags and ideas in it.

                          STAFF NURSE CARMEN SMITH
 
(A Mini Opera in three acts and one casualty of cuts in Government funding)
 
CAST
 
Staff Nurse Carmen Smith (Carmen) – A staff nurse in an NHS hospital
 
Dr Joseph (Don Jose) – A junior houseman in an NHS hospital
 
Mister Lister (Escamillo) – An eminent surgeon and Consultant Gynaecologist
 
[Staff Nurse Michelle – (Micaela) – Doctor Joseph’s childhood sweetheart –  optional extra leading role, excluded from scenario at present.]
 
Enormous choruses of doctors, nurses, patients, accountants, lawyers, clients, tramps, journalists, eminent surgeons etc.  (Most of these are unfortunately just offstage and out of earshot.  Those who happen to find themselves on stage for a while are played by members of the above cast)
 
SYNOPSIS
 
ACT 1 – Inside an NHS hospital in a grimy London suburb
 
Nurses are busying themselves doing whatever it is nurses do (paperwork?) and singing merrily as they toil [1].  One ambitious staff nurse, Carmen Smith, dreams of a more luxurious life and resolves to improve her lot [2].  She flirts with the housemen and makes it clear that she has her eye on Dr Joseph.  She seductively invites him to a rendezvous at the Wynkyn De Worde wine bar, where professional health care advisors (accountants and lawyers) may help them to better themselves in an NHS Trust hospital [3].  If Carmen and Joseph are really lucky, someone may even buy them a drink.
 
ACT 2 – Wynkyn De Worde Wine Bar in old London town
 
Wild braying and heavy drinking.  The professional health care advisors are celebrating all the money they make out of the NHS [4].  {A Fleet Street tramp staggers into the bar and tells of his demise.  He is then rudely ejected [5].}  Mister Lister, an eminent surgeon and Consultant Gynaecologist arrives to discuss his financial affairs with his accountant.  He decides he would prefer to talk about amorous affairs.  He has taken a shine to Carmen and persuades the accountant to invite her to watch a pioneering operation he is undertaking next week.  Carmen accepts the offer.  Joseph knows that he has lost her to Lister.  Finally, the health care advisors explain why NHS Trusts are such a good thing [6].
 
ACT 3
 
We regret, due to recent cuts in Government funding, we have been forced to close Act 3.  We sincerely hope that we shall be able to restore the Act 3 service in the very near future.
 
ACT 4 – Outside an operating theatre in a flashy private hospital in a fashionable London suburb
 
Doctors and nurses await the arrival of Mister Lister and hail the benefits of private medical insurance [7].  Mister Lister is to undertake the world’s first clitoris transplant.  He arrives to much acclaim and tells the throng how clever and important he is [8].  Carmen remains outside the operating theatre.  Joseph arrives and begs Carmen to come back to him.  They squabble, and in the struggle Joseph wounds her with his scalpel.  Sadly, Carmen has no private health insurance so the medical staff cannot treat her wound at the private hospital.  Tragically, Carmen dies in Joseph’s arms while they wait for the ambulance to take her to the NHS hospital [9].
 
 
SUGGESTED SONGS/TUNES (very much subject to change)
 
OVERTURE (medley of best tunes)
 
ACT 1
 
1)An opening number (perhaps to the tune of “Stonecutters cut it on stone” or possibly the Urchin Boys Chorus from “Carmen”)
 
2)Wouldn’t it be luxury (To the tune of “Wouldn’t it be lovely”)
 
3)Song based on Seguidilla and duet (from “Carmen”)
 
ACT 2
 
4)Song based on Chanson Boheme (from “Carmen”)
 
{5)Norman Lamont (to the tune of “Norwegian Wood”)}
 
6)You can’t hurry trusts (to the tune of “You Can’t Hurry Love”)
 
ACT 3
 
would have been really brilliant
 
ACT 4
 
7)Supa BUPA (to the tune of “Super Trouper”)
 
8)Song based on Toreador’s Song (from “Carmen”)
 
9)Finale (reprise)
 
THOUGHTS ON SONGS
 
The only songs that exist at the moment are “Supa BUPA”, “You can’t hurry trusts” and “Norman Lamont”.  I also have “Bye Bye NHS” but can’t fit it into the current scenario.  In any event, it may be preferable to leave out all the greatest hits and have all new songs.
 
An extract/example/idea for Seguidilla
 
In London City the health care advisors go,
To the Wynkyn De Worde wine bar;
Accountants and lawyers bray,
While they drink Chardonnay,
“My car,
 Is the very latest sporty Mazda”.
 
An extract/example/idea for Wouldn’t it be Luxury
 
All I want is a yacht somewhere,
Off the Cape of Finisterre,
We’d all sunbathe in the rare,
Oh wouldn’t it be luxury.
 
All I want is a Rolls Royce car,
A Bentley and a Jaguar,
Each one fitted with a bar,
Oh wouldn’t it be luxury.
 
 
OTHER INITIAL THOUGHTS
 
None of the suggestions presented at this stage are written in stone (other than the central idea of moving the story of Carmen into the contemporary UK health service).  Please be brutal and change/reject ideas you don’t like and make new suggestions.
 
Running length – 25-45 minutes
 
Balance – 3 or 4 songs per Act (some may be short “link” songs).  At least one tune from Carmen per Act. 
 
Style – Musical Drama (spoken comedy between songs rather than Operatic recitative.  A little recitative may be used for comic effect.)
 
The synopsis, once suitably funny, would be circulated to the audience as part of the programme.

In May 1992 I tightened up the synopsis and retitled it a Micro-Opera in the hope that such a thing would seem less ambitious than a Mini-Opera. I also included a lyric for “Bonecutters Cut It On Bone”; a surgeons refrain if ever there was one. Here’s that second version:

                                               STAFF NURSE CARMEN SMITH


(A Micro Opera in three acts and one casualty of cuts in Government funding)
 
CAST
 
Staff Nurse Carmen Smith (Carmen) – A staff nurse in an NHS hospital
Dr Joseph (Don Jose) – A junior houseman in an NHS hospital
Mister Lister (Escamillo) – An eminent surgeon and Consultant Gynaecologist
 
Enormous choruses of doctors, nurses, patients, accountants, lawyers, clients, tramps, journalists, eminent surgeons etc.  (Most of these are unfortunately just offstage and out of earshot.  Those who happen to find themselves on stage for a while are played by members of the above cast)
 
SYNOPSIS
 
ACT 1 – Inside an NHS hospital in a grimy London suburb
 
Nurses are busying themselves doing whatever it is nurses do (paperwork?) and singing merrily as they toil.  One ambitious staff nurse, Carmen Smith, dreams of a more luxurious life and resolves to improve her lot.  She flirts with the housemen and makes it clear that she has her eye on Dr Joseph.  She seductively invites him to a rendezvous at the Wynkyn De Worde wine bar, where professional health care advisors (accountants and lawyers) may help the young lovers to better themselves in an NHS Trust hospital.  If Carmen and Joseph are really lucky, someone may even buy them a drink.
 
ACT 2 – Wynkyn De Worde Wine Bar in old London town
 
Wild braying and heavy drinking.  The professional health care advisors are celebrating all the money they make out of the NHS.  Mister Lister, an eminent surgeon and Consultant Gynaecologist arrives to discuss his financial affairs with his accountant.  He decides he would prefer to talk about amorous affairs.  He has taken a shine to Carmen and persuades the accountant to invite her to watch a pioneering operation he is to undertake next week.  Carmen accepts the offer.  Joseph knows that he has lost her to Lister.  Finally, the health care advisors explain why NHS Trusts are such a good thing.
 
ACT 3
 
We regret, due to recent cuts in Government funding, we have been forced to close Act 3.  We sincerely hope that we shall be able to restore the Act 3 service in the very near future.
 
ACT 4 – Outside an operating theatre in a flashy private hospital in a fashionable London suburb
 
Doctors and nurses await the arrival of Mister Lister and hail the benefits of private medical insurance.  Mister Lister is to undertake the world’s first clitoris transplant.  He arrives to much acclaim and tells the throng how clever and important he is.  Carmen remains outside the operating theatre.  Joseph arrives and begs Carmen to come back to him.  They squabble, and in the struggle Joseph wounds her with his scalpel.  Sadly, Carmen has no private health insurance so the medical staff cannot treat her wound at the private hospital.  Tragically, Carmen dies in Joseph’s arms while they wait for the ambulance to take her to the NHS hospital.

                                             BONECUTTERS CUT IT ON BONE
                                    (To the Tune of “Stonecutters Cut it On Stone”)
 
MALE VERSE
 
I’ve never seen it yet to fail, I’ve never seen it flop,
The quacks with the knacks for cosmetic cuts, are earning at the top.
 
CHORUS
 
Bonecutters cut it on bone, Neurologists get on your nerves,
But plastic surgeons make more cash, improving peoples curves.
 
FEMALE VERSE
 
I’ve never seen it yet to fail, I’ve never seen it miss,
When guys specialise anaplastically, It’s them I want to kiss.
 
CHORUS
 
Bonecutters cut it on bone, Pox Doctors cure your rude bits,
But plastic surgeons make more cash, enlarging women’s tits.

Then, on 25 August 1992, I revised it once more, reverting to the Mini-Opera styling and added some more lyric ideas:

STAFF NURSE CARMEN SMITH


(A Mini Opera in three acts and one casualty of cuts in Government funding)
 
CAST
 
Staff Nurse Carmen Smith (Carmen) – A staff nurse in an NHS hospital
Dr Joseph (Don Jose) – A junior houseman in an NHS hospital
Mister Lister (Escamillo) – An eminent surgeon and Consultant Gynaecologist
[Staff Nurse Michelle – (Micaela) – Doctor Joseph’s childhood sweetheart –  optional extra leading role, excluded from scenario at present.]
 
Enormous choruses of doctors, nurses, patients, accountants, lawyers, clients, journalists, eminent surgeons etc.  (Most of these are unfortunately just offstage and out of earshot.  Those who happen to find themselves on stage for a while are played by members of the above cast)
 
SYNOPSIS
 
ACT 1 – Inside an NHS hospital in a grimy London suburb
 
Nurses are busying themselves doing whatever it is nurses do (paperwork?) and singing merrily as they toil.  One ambitious staff nurse, Carmen Smith, dreams of a more luxurious life and resolves to improve her lot.  She flirts with the housemen and makes it clear that she has her eye on Dr Joseph.  She seductively invites him to a rendezvous at the Wynkyn De Worde wine bar, where professional health care advisors (accountants and lawyers) may help the young lovers to better themselves in an NHS Trust hospital.  If Carmen and Joseph are really lucky, someone may even buy them a drink.
 
ACT 2 – Wynkyn De Worde Wine Bar in old London town
 
Wild braying and heavy drinking.  The professional health care advisors are celebrating all the money they make out of the NHS.  Mister Lister, an eminent surgeon and Consultant Gynaecologist arrives to discuss his financial affairs with his accountant.  He sees Carmen and takes a shine to her.  Lister persuades the accountant to invite her to watch a pioneering operation he is to undertake next week.  (Why an accountant is undertaking a pioneering operation I really can’t say).  Carmen accepts the offer.  Joseph knows that he has lost her to Lister.  Finally, the health care advisors explain why NHS Trusts are such a good thing.
 
ACT 3
 
We regret, due to recent cuts in Government funding, we have been forced to close Act 3.  We sincerely hope that we shall be able to restore the Act 3 service in the very near future.
 
ACT 4 – Outside an operating theatre in a flashy private hospital in a fashionable London suburb
 
Doctors and nurses await the arrival of Mister Lister and hail the benefits of private medical insurance.  Mister Lister is to undertake the world’s first clitoris transplant.  He arrives to much acclaim and tells the throng how clever and important he is.  Carmen remains outside the operating theatre.  Joseph arrives and begs Carmen to come back to him.  They squabble, and in the struggle Joseph wounds her with his scalpel.  Sadly, Carmen has no private health insurance so the medical staff cannot treat her wound at the private hospital.  Tragically, Carmen dies in Joseph’s arms while they wait for the ambulance to take her to the NHS hospital next door.

SUGGESTED SONGS/TUNES – EXAMPLE
 
OVERTURE (medley of best tunes)
 
ACT 1
 

1)
Bonecutters cut it on Bone (to the tune of “Stonecutters cut it on stone”)
 

2)
Wouldn’t it be luxury (To the tune of “Wouldn’t it be lovely”)
 

3)
Song based on Seguidilla from “Carmen” (Dere’s a Cafe on de Corner – “Carmen Jones”)
 
ACT 2
 

4)
Song based on Chanson Boheme from “Carmen” (Beat Out Dat Rhythm – “Carmen Jones”)
 

5)
You can’t hurry trusts (to the tune of “You Can’t Hurry Love”)
 
ACT 3
 
would have been really brilliant
 
ACT 4
 

6)
Supa BUPA (to the tune of “Super Trouper”)
 

7)
Song based on Toreador’s Song from “Carmen” (Stan’ Up and Fight – “Carmen Jones”)
 

8)
Finale (reprise)
 
OTHER SONGS AND TUNES THAT LOOK LIKE RUNNERS
 
Song based on the Urchin Boys Chorus from “Carmen”
 
Song based on Habanera from “Carmen” (Dat’s Love – “Carmen Jones”)
 
Song based on Michaela’s Air from “Carmen” (My Joe – “Carmen Jones”)
 
24 Hours From Ulcers (to the tune of “24 Hours From Tulsa”)
 
Bye Bye NHS (to the tune of “Bye Bye Love”)

SONGS / EXTRACTS WHERE POSSIBLE
 
                                             BONECUTTERS CUT IT ON BONE
                                    (To the Tune of “Stonecutters Cut it On Stone”)
 
MALE VERSE
 
I’ve never seen it yet to fail, I’ve never seen it flop,
The quacks with the knacks for cosmetic cuts, are earning at the top.
 
CHORUS
 
Bonecutters cut it on bone, Neurologists get on your nerves,
But plastic surgeons make more cash, improving peoples curves.
 
FEMALE VERSE
 
I’ve never seen it yet to fail, I’ve never seen it miss,
When guys specialise anaplastically, It’s them I want to kiss.
 
CHORUS
 
Bonecutters cut it on bone, Pox Doctors cure your rude bits,
But plastic surgeons make more cash, enlarging women’s tits.
 
                                                                    |———-|
 
An extract/idea for Seguidilla
 
In London City the health care advisors go,
To the Wynkyn De Worde wine bar;
Accountants and lawyers bray,
While they drink Chardonnay,
“My car,
 Is the very latest sporty Mazda”.
 
                                                                    |———-|
 
An extract/idea for Wouldn’t it be Luxury
 
All I want is a yacht somewhere,
Off the Cape of Finisterre,
We’d all sunbathe in the rare,
Oh wouldn’t it be luxury.
 
All I want is a Rolls Royce car,
A Bentley and a Jaguar,
Each one fitted with a bar,
Oh wouldn’t it be luxury.
 
                                                                    |———-|

Below is Stonecutters Cut It On Stone from the movie version of Carousel:

Click here for the lyrics to Stonecutters Cut It On Stone.

Below is Wouldn’t It Be Lovely with the lyrics in bouncing ball stylee:

Below is a recording of Dere’s A Cafe On the Corner from Carmen Jones:

Click here for the lyrics to Dere’s A Cafe On the Corner.

Below is Beat Out Dat Rhythm On A Drum from Carmen Jones:

Click here for the lyrics to Beat Out That Rhythm On A Drum.

Below is a recording of Stan’ Up And Fight from Carmen Jones:

Click here for the lyrics to Stan’ Up And Fight from Carmen Jones.

Heatwave, NewsRevue Lyric (Probably Unused), 14 May 1992

Hmmm. A generic song about heatwaves.

This one certainly didn’t make the cut when first submitted to the Random run that spring and I’m not sure I tried resubmitting it all that hard.

I might have had Spitting Image in mind for this one. I know I sent them some stuff around that time, probably including this one, only to discover that they were off air spring/summer.

There are some good lines but it would be wicked hard to perform. I was still learning then…still am.

HEATWAVE

(To the tune of “Heatwave”)

 

VERSE 1

Whenever the sun shines, {Ooohhh}

And Britain is warm;{Britain is warm}

Sun reporters,{Ooohhh}

And photographers swarm.

 

CHORUS 1

Could it be, a chance to see,{aaahhh, aaahhh}

Tit and bum on page one instead of three?{aaahhh, aaahhh}

Cos it’s a heatwave,{Cos it’s a heatwave,}

We’ve shots of Princess Di,{Cos it’s a heatwave,}

That prove she must shave,{Cos it’s a heatwave,}

Her armpits and her thighs.

 

VERSE 2

There’s always one arsehole,{do wah, do wah}

Ends up breaking his spine;{yeh, heatwave, yeh}

He dives, head first,{do wah, do wah}

Into the Serpentine.{yeh, heatwave, yeh}

 

CHORUS 2

He doesn’t mind being half alive,{aaahhh, aaahhh}

Cos he made the news at five-forty-five.{aaahhh, aaahhh}

There’s still a brain wave,{There’s still a brain wave,}

Although it’s only faint,{There’s still a brain wave,}

There’s still a brain wave,{There’s still a brain wave,}

Oh – now there ain’t.

 

VERSE 3

Take a trip to Margate,{do wah, do wah}

But you’re sure to get home late,{yeh, heatwave, yeh}

(British Rail Announcer)

“There’s no train service, ’till further notice,{do wah, do wah}

The sun has melted all the track”{yeh, heatwave, yeh}

 

CHORUS 3

Cos this whole country’s brought to its knees,{aaahhh, aaahhh}

As soon as the gauge shows eighty degrees,{aaahhh, aaahhh}

It’s called a heatwave.{It’s called a heatwave.}

Yeh yeh, yeh yeh, oh yeh, {Phew what a scortcher, this heat is torture}

Yeh yeh, yeh yeh, oh yeh, {Phew what a scortcher, this heat is torture}

This heatwave’s small beer, we get one every year

But its a heatwave!!!

Here is a vid of the wonderful Martha & The Vandellas singing Heatwave to a rather sedate-looking English audience:

…and here is a link to the lyrics of Martha & the Vandellas’s Heatwave.

Labour Strikes, NewsRevue Lyric (Unused), 8 May 1992

Well, I had a surge of lyric-writing productivity on the back of California Here I Go making the cut for NewsRevue in late April…

…but like most of those early efforts this one didn’t get through the discerning filter of John Random and his cast.

Slow numbers are hard to make funny and this one only has a couple of really good lines.

LABOUR STRIKES

(To the tune of “Edelweiss”)

VERSE 1

Labour strikes, labour strikes,

More industrial action;

German Reich’s, labour strikes,

Give we Brits satisfaction.

CHORUS 1

Germany’s woe makes the English Glow,

Cos we know,

The feeling;

Farpotchkeit, labour strikes,

Prejudice is revealing.

VERSE 2 (Gently)

Labour strikes, labour strikes,

Stay at home, have a wank, Kurt;

Britain likes, labour strikes,

When they happen in Frankfurt.

CHORUS 2 (Full chorus – increasingly triumphal)

Once they go slow they won’t boom and grow,

Then we’ll show,

Our muscles;

While they fight, labour strikes,

We shall take over Brussels.

I tried updating this one in May 1996, I think to no avail:

LABOUR STRIKES – 1996 REMIX
(To the tune of “Edelweiss”)

VERSE 1

Labour strikes, labour strikes,
More industrial action;
German Reich’s, labour strikes,
Give we Brits satisfaction.

CHORUS 1

Germany’s woe makes the English Glow,
Cos we know,
The feeling;
On yer bikes, labour strikes,
Prejudice is revealing.

VERSE 2 (Gently)

Labour strikes, labour strikes,
Stay at home, have a wank, Kurt;
Britain likes, labour strikes,
When they happen in Frankfurt.

CHORUS 2 (Full chorus – increasingly triumphal)

Once they go slow they won’t boom and grow,
Then we’ll show,
Our muscles;
While they fight, labour strikes,
We shall take over Brussels.

Here is a vid of Edelweiss from the film The Sound Of Music:

…and here is a link to the Edelweiss lyric.

You Can’t Hurry Trusts, NewsRevue Lyric, 7 May 1992

Buoyed by my early success with California Here I Go, I wrote quite a lot of lyrics during John Random’s Spring 1992 run.

Eventually I’ll upload the others; those performed and those not. Actually I’m not sure which John used and which he didn’t; I think he was (rightly) quite selective with those earlier efforts. But I do recall that John used this one about NHS Trusts; indeed it was revived, updated and used quite a lot for at least a couple of years – one of my better and more successful ones.

Virginia/Gini refers to Virginia Bottomley, the much-maligned Secretary of State for Health at that time. The song still works pretty much word for word, by merely changing the name of the Health Secretary and the future year in which a bed might become available – at the time of writing I am using “2028” when I lay this one down on my baritone uke.

I especially remember Chris Stanton starring in this number, as the lead singer/unfortunate old codger who was suffering while the NHS tried to transform into trusts. John Random will doubtless remember more about it, including the names of the other cast members from that run. I’m guessing Ian Angus Wilkie

My WP file is dated 4 May 1992 and I am pretty sure that my version was first performed that Thursday, 7 May 1992.

♬ YOU CAN’T HURRY TRUSTS ♬

(To the tune of “You Can’t Hurry Love”)

 

VERSE 1

I need drugs, drugs, to ease my pains, I need some treatment, NHS explains;

 

CHORUS 1

{Virginia says}You can’t hurry trusts {No} you’ll just have to wait;

{She says}List’ll get shorter, numbers doctored by the state.

You can’t hurry trusts {No} you’ll just have to wait;

{You gotta}Pop pills for a while, that way you will be sedate.

 

VERSE 2

But how many more months must I pine,

Before they find a bed in which to mend my spine?

Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on,

Is the pethidine and this mogadon.

 

CHORUS 2

{But Virginia always says}

You can’t hurry trusts {No} you’ll just have to wait;

{She says} While we raise finance, operations will be late.

How long must I wait, how much more can I take?

Before all ‘dis traction, will cause my poor back to break.  {You must wait}

 

VERSE 3

NHS trusts, don’t come easy,

So they keep debating, pontificating,

While Gini argues, what trusts ought to provide,

The NHS shoots off down the slide.

But I keep hoping, {Oooooh} that one fine day,

( {The hospital’ tell me}, I can stay.})

 

CHORUS 3

{But Gini says}You can’t hurry trusts {No} you’ll just have to wait;

{Why?}We must hire accountants, and a huge inspectorate.

You can’t hurry trusts {No} you’ll just have to wait;

{We promise}You’ll have a bed soon, autumn nineteen ninety eight.

{So just wait!!!!!!!!!!!}

Click here or below for a link to a YouTube of the original Supremes hit recording of You Can’t Hurry Love, with the lyrics thrown in.

 

Lootin’ USA, NewsRevue Lyric (Unused), 2 May 1992

John Random must have thought I was obsessed with Californian news, because I submitted this less than two weeks after California Here I Go. Perhaps I thought it might replace the morbid execution piece, which by its nature became old news rather quickly.

Unsurprisingly, this “looting” one wasn’t used. But it was submitted in the same pack as You Can’t Hurry Trusts, so you can’t fault John and the cast for their discerning choice of a winner when they saw one.

LOOTIN’ USA

(To the tune of “Surfin’ USA”)

 

VERSE 1

If everybody was in turmoil,

And causing an affray;

Then everybody’d be lootin’,

Like Californ-I-A;

You’d see ’em wearing their shell suits,

With beard and sandals too;

They’d all be breaking their curfews,

Lootin’ USA.

 

CHORUS

Insurrection USA  They’re starting fires in Long Beach,

Depredation USA  And in Fort Lauderdale;

Conflagration USA  There’s violence in Pasadena,

Turbulation USA  And in San Quentin jail;

Consternation USA  All over Manhattan,

Deflagration  And down in Santa Fe;

 

Everbody’s gone lootin’;

Lootin USA.

 

VERSE 2

We’ll all be planning out a riot,

And then we’ll light my fire;

Then go and nick some hi-fis,

To build a funeral pyre;

Insurgence and arson,

We’re gonna plunder LA;

Tell the fuzz we’re all lootin’

Lootin’ USA

 

SHORT INSTRUMENTAL (Preferably including some dancing that vaguely resembles people beating each other up)

 

Everbody’s gone lootin’;

Lootin USA.

Everbody’s gone lootin’;

Lootin USA.

Here is a really weird vid of The Beach Boys making minimal effort to mime Surfin’ USA while wearing bizarre beach outfits:

…and here are the lyrics to Surfin’ USA.

 

Happy Tories, NewsRevue Lyric, 26 April 1992

I was reminded of this song when we gathered for an Ivan Shakespeare Memorial Dinner on 2 March 2017.

Ultimate Love and Happy Tories, Ivan Shakespeare Memorial Dinner, Café Rouge Holborn, 3 March 2017

Mark Keagan was there and it naturally came up in discussion that his father-in-law, David Waddington, passed away last week.

I mentioned that I had mentioned Waddington in one of my early NewsRevue songs. We all agreed that the song might come in handy for Mark and the family over the next few weeks (well you never know). In any case I should Ogblog it pronto for the NewsRevue alumni of our era.

I’m pretty sure this song was used in a couple of runs at that time; the aftermath of the 1992 election.

Click here or below for a link to Happy Talk, the version recorded by Captain Sensible, including Hammerstein’s original lyrics for the tune.

HAPPY TORIES (To the tune of “Happy Talk”) – tweaked 2 July 1992

CHORUS 1

Happy Tories, Tories, seeking work,

Jobs for the boys you’d like to do;

You’ve got to have a seat, if you don’t have a seat,

You may have to govern Timbucktoo.

VERSE 1

Talk about a Lord, David Waddington, his sentences for death could not be cruder,

He saw a hot place, where they still can hang, now he’s Governor out in Bermuda.

CHORUS 2

Happy Tories, Tories, seeking work,

Jobs for the boys you’d like to do;

You’ve got to have a seat, if you don’t have a seat,

We can find an island just for you.

VERSE 2

Talk about a girl, Thatcher was her name {girl?}, sacked as PM, now a Baroness,

She will not shut up, she is still a pain, now the Tories want her even less.

CHORUS 3

Happy Tories, Tories, seeking work,

Jobs for the boys you’d like to do;

You’ve got to have a seat, if you don’t have a seat,

You can have a sinecure or two.

VERSE 3 (slower – almost weeping on the first line – brightening up for the cushy job)

Talk about a boy, took an early Bath, Chris Patten could end up on the skids,

Stipend from friend John, Governor of Hong Kong, worth a-hundred and fifty thousand quid.

{Various voices choose from the following: “a year”, “tax free”, “plus yacht”, “plus flashy cars” “plus thirty thousand pounds a year expenses” “plus lots of power”}

CHORUS 4

Happy Tories, Tories, seeking work,

Jobs for the boys you’d like to do;

You’ve got to have a seat, if you don’t have a seat,

You may get a mansion in Wah Fu,

So if you’re a Tory, and you cannot win a seat, you may win a fortune in Kowloon.

Biggy Biggy Bang Bang, Comedy Lyric For NewsRevue (Unused), 26 April 1992

Well, I was a bona fide NewsRevue writer when I submitted this one, although i might not have known it yet.

But for some reason the then Director, John Random, did not deem this one good enough.

Perhaps the subject, the big bang, didn’t seem topical enough. I think something big bang-ish must have been in the news. I rather like the lyric.

                                         BIGGY BIGGY BANG BANG
                                   (To the tune of “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”)
 
INTRO
 
Biggy Bang Bang, Biggy Biggy Bang Bang,
Biggy Bang Bang, Biggy Biggy Bang Bang,
Biggy Bang Bang, Biggy Biggy Bang Bang:
 
CHORUS 1
 
Ooohhh, aaahhh, Biggy Biggy Bang Bang, Biggy Biggy Bang Bang’s primeval,
And now Biggy Biggy Bang Bang, Biggy Biggy Bang’s believable;
Look at all the happy scientists, but they never can explain,
Bang Bang, Biggy Biggy Bang Bang’s too big for my small brain,
Bang Bang, Biggy Biggy Bang Bang, except for this refrain:
 
THIS REFRAIN
 
The birth of the universe,
In six lines of rhyming verse,
Is likely to be a first, so hark;
 
The soup is primordial,
It looks like lime cordial,
A proton, a neutron and quark.
 
CHORUS 2
 
Ooohhh {NASA}, aaahhh {COBE}, Biggy Biggy Bang Bang, Big Bang’s cosmological,
This {Supa} find {Nova} Biggy Biggy Bang Bang, is so astronomical;
See {Mega} how {Giga} all the puzzled journo’s struggle to describe the dross,
Bang Bang, Biggy Biggy Bang Bang, but they’re all at a loss,
Bang Bang, Biggy Biggy Bang Bang, and no-one gives a toss.
{Biggy Biggy Bang Bang, Biggy Biggy Bang Bang primordial Biggy Biggy Bang}
 

Below is a video of the song Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Click here for the lyrics to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

California Here I Go, NewsRevue Lyric, 23 April 1992

The very helpful and encouraging Spitting Image people (especially Bill Dare and Giles Pilbrow) eventually encouraged me to contact NewsRevue, primarily because my songs tended to be very topical, whereas Spitting Image tended not to do topical musical numbers. I was not only encouraged but also rather chuffed to see a W2 address for the Canal Cafe Theatre. Within walking distance seemed convenient enough for me.

At NewsRevue my correspondence found a welcoming John Random inviting me to a writers’ meeting on 2 April 1992, which will be the day I first met several “friends of decades” and the first time saw NewsRevue. A young Jacquie Somerville was directing that run, much to the chagrin of the regular writers, as she was primarily using material from her own troupe, which I believe included Reece Shearsmith, together with material written by her pal Andrew Whelan. But John told me at that writers’ meeting that he was due to take over as director of the next run shortly.

I hope to write up that early journey from juvenilia towards NewsRevue via Spitting Image more fully at some stage; there is quite a fat file of my correspondence and early efforts.

On the morning of 21 April 1992, the radio news was full of the Robert Alton Harris (no relation) execution/stay of execution saga in California. The old Al Jolson song “California Here I Come” popped into my head. The following lyrics almost wrote themselves.

There was no YouTube or e-mail with attachments in those days. I must have spooled a copy of the Jolson verse/chorus from my trusty reel-to-reel onto a cassette. The WP file of the lyrics is time stamped 08:12.  I think I heard the news that execution had been stayed on the Today programme shortly after 8:00 (just after midnight California time), so I concluded the lyric with a stay of execution and dropped a package off by hand at the Canal Cafe Theatre on my way to work.

These days I can link you through to a trusty YouTube of Al Jolson singing California Here I Come – click here or below.

…and a link to the original lyrics of the song – here.

By the time I got home from work that day, Robert Alton Harris had been executed. I wasn’t sure what that existential change to the ending would do for the fate of my topical song, but of course in the hands of seasoned topical satirists like John Random and Chris Stanton, such last minute tweaks are merely par for the course.

So, when I went to the writers meeting on 23 April, I was thrilled to see my little song on the running order for that week’s show. I was even more thrilled to see my song performed.  It turned out, of course, to be the first of many.

I seem to recall a slightly gruesome yet somehow amusing “snuffed” head gesture by Chris Stanton to conclude the song appropriately, despite the lyric. I cannot remember who else was in that cast; John Random will no doubt remember; he remembers most everything. Ian Angus Wilkie I think… But enough of my 2016 waffle, here is the full extract of the lyrics of my debut NewsRevue song from 1992:

♬ CALIFORNIA HERE I GO ♬

(To the tune of “California Here I Come” – but strictly no blackface when  performing this please)

 

INTRO

When the calls for death start growing,

And guillotines are starting to fall;

That’s when I am westward going,

To the place that kills ’em best of all.

California, I’ve been blue,

I’ve not seen death since ’62;

I can’t wait ’till blood starts flowing,

Even now I’m starting to call:

 

CHORUS 1

California here I go,

See the Nightmare on Death Row;

Where killing, is thrilling, oohh what a gas,

San Quentin, is rentin’, programmes, seats and opera glass.

 

The show’s soon startin’, don’t be late,

Watch the bad guy meet his fate,

In a snuff movie by the State,

California here I go.

 

CHORUS 2 (More slowly – different singer?)

California, here I go – yeh,

Back and forth along death row;

You oughta, try slaughter by electric chair,

Say hello to gallows, gassing folks is not quite fair.

 

The execution will be late,

It’s been stayed, you’ll have to wait,

For murder sanctioned by the State,

California, here I go.

 

 

Will You Believe Me Tomorrow, Comedy Lyric, 8 April 1992

This was the last of my “pre-NewsRevue era” comedy lyrics – another 1992 election-oriented lyric. I wrote the lyric 3 April although the log credits it as 8 April ; the election was held 9 April. No-one expected the Tories to retain power in that election, but they did.


                                 WILL YOU BELIEVE ME TOMORROW?
                            (To the tune of “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?”)
 
 
TORY
 
The night is ours completely,
Tho’ we campaigned effetely;
Tonight, the Right, was given a kickstart,
Will you believe me tomorrow?
 
LABOUR
 
We’ve won by every measure,
Much to the Tories’ displeasure;
So, after all, this nation has a heart,
Will you believe me tomorrow?
 
ALL
 
Tonight with words multifarious,
Spin doctors claim that we’ve all won;
Their quotes may seem hilarious,
Once in print, in the Times and Sun.
 
LIB/DEM
 
This is our finest hour,
We hold the balance of power;
We, in our dreams, prepare for Government,
Will you believe me tomorrow?
 
ALL
 
We, in our dreams, prepare for Government,
Will you believe us tomorrow?
 
(Backing vocals for the three political verses as follows:
Sha-la-lub-sha, sha-la-lub-sha, sha-la-lub-sha, sha-la-lub-sha,
Sha-la-lub-sha, sha-la-lub-sha, sha-la-lub-sha, sha-la-lub-sha;
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa, aaaaaaaaaaaaaa, aaaaaaaaaaaaaa, aaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
Will you believe me tomorrow?)
 
                                                                                                         3 April 1992

Below is a video of The Shirelles singing Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow:

Click here for the lyrics to Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow.

Flags Of Convenience, Comedy Lyric, 27 March 1992

This is another comedy lyric written around the time I found out about NewsRevue but probably written for my own/friends amusement. It was around the time of the 1992 election.

                                          FLAGS OF CONVENIENCE
                                         (To the tune of “The Red Flag”)
 
 
RED
 
The people’s flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead;
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their heart’s blood dyed its every fold.
 
Then raise the scarlet standard high,
Within its shade we’ll live or die;
Tho’ cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We’ll keep the red flag flying here.
 
BLUE
 
The bosses flag is deepest blue,
It helps us tell men what to do;
And when they’re fighting in a bar,
Its azure lights the Panda Car.
 
Then raise the sapphire flag a while,
Within its shade we’ve made a pile;
Tho’ Unions flinch and workers sneer,
We drink fine wine, they swig warm beer.
 
YELLOW
 
The Liberals flag is yellow/gold,
The colour isn’t very bold;
And as we can’t make up our minds,
We’ve changed our name a dozen times.
 
Oh jaundiced banner in the skies,
Within your shade we’ll compromise;
Tho’ Tories punch and Labour pound,
We’ll occupy the centre ground.
 
GREEN
 
The Eco flag is crispest green,
We like to keep our standard clean;
And tho’ it sounds incré-dible,
Our flag’s biodegradable.
 
Oh verdant banner in the breeze,
Within your shade, no CFCs;
Tho’ dross decay and wastrels wear,
We’re going to save the ozone layer.
                                                                                                  27th March 1992

I also wrote an update of this lyric in the Autumn of 1994; I don’t think that it was used in NewsRevue either, but it might have been:

FLAGS OF CONVENIENCE – AUTUMN 1994 REMIX
(To the tune of “The Red Flag”)
RED
The people’s flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead;
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their heart’s blood dyed its every fold.
So raise the scarlet standard up,
In deepest pooh we’ve ended up;
Tho’ unsure what the ‘ell it’s for,
We took the cause out of clause four.
BLUE
The bosses flag is deepest blue,
It helps us tell men what to do;
And when they’re fighting in a bar,
Its azure lights the Panda Car.
So raise the sapphire flag a while,
Within its shade we’ve made a pile;
Tho’ Unions flinch and workers sneer,
We drink fine wine, they swig warm beer.
YELLOW
The Liberals flag is yellow/gold,
The colour isn’t very bold;
Tho’ we’re broad-minded on our jogs,
We’re Fascists on the Isle of Dogs;
Oh jaundiced banner in the skies,
Within your shade we’ll compromise;
Tho’ Tories punch and Labour pound,
We’ll occupy the centre ground.
GREEN
The Eco flag is crispest green,
We like to keep our standard clean;
And tho’ it sounds incré-dible,
Our flag’s biodegradable.
Oh verdant banner in the breeze,
Within your shade, no CFCs;
Tho’ dross decay and wastrels wear,
We’re going to save the ozone layer.

Below is a video of The Red Flag with the lyrics: