Mad Frogs And Englishmen, NewsRevue Lyric, 5 February 1994

One of the longest-running of the lyrics I wrote for NewsRevue, it is about the Bosnian war. There were several updated versions of this one, but take a look first of all at the version I believe to be the first of them, from February 1994.

It was my dad’s absolute favourite, this one. But then he was a Noel Coward fan. My other recollection of it was the great Paul Cawley having a love/hate thing with it. Love in that he liked delivering the material. Hate in that he reckoned it was one of the hardest lyrics he’d ever had to learn.

MAD FROGS AND ENGLISHMEN

(To the Tune of “Mad Dogs And Englishmen”)

VERSE 1

In Balkan climbs these are torrid times they say,

When former Yugoslavs conspire to lie in wait and open fire;

It’s one of those wars where guerrillas cause affray,

In which a wise peacekeeping force is not prepared to stay the course and goes away.

Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tat – machine gun fire – whizz splatt, whizz splatt;

We make Serbs irate yes their warlords hate our guts, because our aid workers are definitely nuts.

CHORUS 1

Mad Frogs and Englishmen take aid to the Bosnians, Americans don’t care to, Italians wouldn’t dare to;

The loss via the cross fire cannot be described as fun, but England has beserker aid workers;

In Sarajevo they are so brave, oh why don’t they have a go at,

Herzegovina? No, don’t bother, the place is entirely Croat;

In Mostar the costs are that convoys are overrun,

But Mad Frogs and Englishmen lug aid to the Bosnians.

VERSE 2

Most people deplore the extent of war they see,

So many Nations seem to fight although they know it can’t be right;

Humanitarian aid, the majority pay deftly,

But when it comes to volunteers most stay at home to drink their beers and watch TV.

Whizz splatt, whizz splatt – Scud missile attack – different war this time – nyyowww;

It seems such a shame when the UN claim the earth, that they give rise to so much ridicule and mirth,

Ha-ha-ha, oh dear.

CHORUS 2 & CHORUS 3

Mad Frogs and Englishmen drag aid to the Bosnians, the UN’s a defender quite likely to surrender;

A long war is ignored if Asian or African, as French and English cures stop in Europe;

The Middle East won’t in the least be borne such a harried snack,

In Central Asia there’s little aid for Nagorno Karabakh;

In Phnom Penh the strong men won’t help a Cambodian,

But Mad Frogs and Englishmen run aid to the Bosnians.

Mad Frogs and Englishmen shlep aid to the Bosnians, the Russians try to ban it the Yankees help them plan it,

General Rose we must suppose has spent too long in the sun, as most war zones just wish an aid mission;

In Guatemala the pantry parlours aren’t filled with flown in fare,

Iraqi Kurds think it absurd their lack of aid’s so unfair,

In Mogadishu the big issue is that the yanks have cut and run,

But Mad Frogs and Englishmen take aid through the Serb lines, dodge past the Croats,

Give a little, get a little, mercy mercy mercy mercy aid to the Bosnians.

Thank you very much.


Just in case you are unfamiliar with Noel Coward’s patter song, Mad Dogs and Englishmen, here it is:

Below is one of the better updates for NewsRevue, when the war took a slightly different turn in the summer of 1995. Possibly even tighter than the first version.

MAD FROGS AND ENGLISHMEN – SUMMER 1995 REMIX
(To the Tune of “Mad Dogs And Englishmen”)

VERSE 1

In Balkan climbs these are torrid times they say,
When former Yugoslavs conspire to lie in wait and open fire;
It’s one of those wars where guerrillas cause affray,
In which a wise peacekeeping force is not prepared to stay the course and goes away.
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tat – machine gun fire – whizz splatt, whizz splatt;
We make Serbs irate yes their warlords hate our guts, because our aid workers are definitely nuts.

CHORUS 1

Mad Frogs and Englishmen take aid to the Bosnians, Americans don’t care to, Italians wouldn’t dare to;
The loss via the cross fire cannot be described as fun, but England has beserker aid workers;
In Sarajevo they are so brave, oh why did poor Zepa yield?,
Srebrenica’s like the blitz only thank God no Gracie Fields.;
In Mostar the costs are that convoys are overrun,
But Mad Frogs and Englishmen lug aid to the Bosnians.

VERSE 2

Most people deplore the extent of war they see,
So many Nations seem to fight although they know it can’t be right;
Humanitarian aid, the majority pay deftly,
But when it comes to volunteers most stay at home to drink their beers and watch TV.
Whizz splatt, whizz splatt – Scud missile attack – different war this time – nyyowww;
It seems such a shame when the UN claim the earth, that they give rise to so much ridicule and mirth,
Ha-ha-ha, oh dear.

CHORUS 2

Mad Frogs and Englishmen drag aid to the Bosnians, the UN’s a defender quite likely to surrender;
UNPROFOR is ignored and has nowhere else to run, cos French and English cures stop in Europe;
The Middle East won’t in the least be borne such a harried snack,
In Central Asia there’s little aid for Nagorno Karabakh;
In Phnom Penh the strong men won’t help a Cambodian,
But Mad Frogs and Englishmen run aid to the Bosnians.

CHORUS 3

Mad Frogs and Englishmen shlep aid to the Bosnians, the Russians try to ban it, the Yankees help ’em plan it,
Rupert Smith must be high on spliff as he sits upon Mount Igman but most war zones just wish an aid mission;
In Guatemala the pantry parlours aren’t filled with flown in fare,
Iraqi Kurds think it absurd their lack of aid’s so unfair,
In Mogadishu the big issue was that the yanks just cut and run,
But Mad Frogs and Englishmen take aid through the Serb lines, dodge past the Croats,
give a little, get a little, mercy mercy mercy mercy aid to the Bosnians.
Thank you very much.

I also wrote a majorly adapted version of it for Casablanca The Musical, transferring the action to World War Two, click here or below for a link to that one:

Oh boy, I do my bit for recycling.

Medley From Hell, Meatloaf-Style NewsRevue Lyric, 24 December 1993

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I suppose I was hellish busy on return from our four-week trip to China, Hong Kong & Bali, so I didn’t write any humour for more than 10 days after my return.

But over that Christmas break I had a rich flowering of creative energy for NewsRevue, the first of which was this medley lyric, written on Christmas Eve.

The central conceit of it as topical humour was a news item I read that said that Meatloaf was drinking his own urine on his doctor’s advice to help his voice. Yet that specific aspect plays only a small part of the medley.

This lyric ran long in the show and in more than one format. My abiding memory has the great Paul Cawley singing the lead, but several performers capable of delivering belters did it justice.

_ MEDLEY FROM HELL _
(A Meatloaf Mini Opera)
 
There is nothing a director could do to desecrate this piece.  Motorcycles, blood and Gothic monstrosities would all be welcomed by the author.
 
NEIGHBOURS FROM HELL 1
(To the Tune of “Bat Out Of Hell”)
 
(Chorus or single voice other than Meatloaf sings)
He was born down in Texas many decades ago and his parents called him Marvin Aday,
But he said he would sooner change his name to Meatloaf because he eats a hundred burgers a day; He was offered Eddie’s role in the Rocky Horror Show and he took it for three hundred quid,
He was the Hot Patootie in the Rocky Horror movie,
(Enter Meatloaf outrageously, singing..)
But when the song said Eddie, never loved his teddy, they knew I was a no good kid;
 
(Now Meatloaf sings and Chorus hums refrain {sic})
But my records weren’t selling and my belly was swelling so Jim Steinman said that I should cut loose,
So I peddled my soul to that devil Rock’n’roll now my songs all sound like copies of Bruce;
And it isn’t much fun imitating Born To Run as I cannot warble nearly as well,
But I shouldn’t complain, should be laughing like a drain,
Cos I’ve made a pile like a fat cat out of hell.
 
(Chorus sings gleefully)
And all your neighbours from hell play Meatloaf till the morning comes,
Eighty five decibels and the neighbours bang the floor like drums drums drums,
And if you call the old Bill they don’t show up till the morning comes,
So you crawl off to work and you feel like a burk when you fall asleep at noon;
(Meatloaf sings mournfully)
But as I’ve sung so loud since the early seventies, I’m losing my voice too soon.
 
I PUT MY URINE INTO MY MOUTH
(To The Tune of “You Took The Words Right Out of My Mouth”
 
And so I put my urine into my mouth,
Think my doctor must have took the piss;
I put my urine into my mouth,
Cos the doctor swore that it just about might save my volume,
CHORUS:volume,
And so I put my urine into my mouth,
CHORUS:think his doctor must have took the piss,
I put my urine into my mouth……..
 
I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR CASH
(To the Tune of “I Would Do Anything For Love”)
 
……Cos I would do anything for slush,
Yes I would do anything for dosh,
Yes I would do anything for cash,
But I won’t lose fat,
No I won’t lose fat.
 
FATTER THAN HELL II
(To another bit of the tune “Bat Out Of Hell”)
 
So now I’m fatter than hell,
And now my stomach has swelled,
And my bladder as well.
 
Yes now I’m fatter than hell(CHORUS:  like a fat cat from hell his record sales are unrelented),
Yes I’m as fat as a bell(CHORUS:  like Mr Blobby as well these fatsos are not talented).
And yet my records still sellllllllllllllllllllll!

Below is Bat Out Of Hell by Meatloaf with the lyrics on the screen, but do bear in mind that the lyrics don’t even start until 1’55”

Below is You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth by Meatloaf with the lyrics on the screen, but do bear in mind that the relevant “took the words right out of my mouth” ones don’t come up until 2’05”

Below is the official video for I Would Do Anything For Love by Meatloaf, which gives the motorcycles and Gothic feel, which is probably more useful than the lyrics for this one:

In early 1994, I rewrote a scaled down solo version of this piece, with just the “Fatter Than Hell” refrain. Probably on request. I think both versions were used at one time or another:

_ FATTER THAN HELL _

(A Meatloaf Monstorosity To The Tune of “Bat Out Of Hell)
 
VERSE 1
 
I was born down in Texas many decades ago and my parents called me Marvin Aday,
But I said I would sooner change my name to Meatloaf because I eat a hundred burgers a day;
I was offered Eddie’s role in the Rocky Horror Show and I took it for three hundred quid,
I was the Hot Patootie in the Rocky Horror movie,
But when the song said Eddie, never loved his teddy, they knew I was a no good kid;
 
VERSE 2
 
But my records weren’t selling and my belly was swelling so Jim Steinman said that I should cut loose,
So I peddled my soul to that devil Rock’n’roll now my songs all sound like copies of Bruce;
And it isn’t much fun imitating Born To Run as I cannot warble nearly as well,
But I shouldn’t complain, should be laughing like a drain,
Cos I’ve made a pile like a fat cat out of hell.
 
CHORUS
 
And all your neighbours from hell play Meatloaf till the morning comes,
Eighty five decibels and the neighbours bang the floor like drums drums drums,
And if you call the old Bill they don’t show up till the morning comes,
So you crawl off to work and you feel like a burk when you fall asleep at noon;
But I’ve been eating so much since the early seventies, inflating like a balloon……
 
FINALE
 
So now I’m fatter than hell,
And now my stomach has swelled,
And my bladder as well.
 
Yes now I’m fatter than hell(CHORUS:  like a fat cat from hell his record sales are unrelented),
Yes I’m as fat as a bell(CHORUS:  like Mr Blobby as well these fatsos are not talented).
And yet my records still sellllllllllllllllllllll!