PARODY SONG-LYRICS
ORIGINAL SONG: "My Blue Heaven", W. Donaldson (music), G.A.Whiting (lyrics), 1928. Performed originally by Gene Austin, covered by almost 100 other bands and soloists, from Marlene Dietrich to Norah Jones.
PARODY COMPOSED: Dr. G. H. and Giorgio Coniglio, 2015,(updated March 2020). You might also explore a further day's adventure by clicking 'kayak excursion' on our blog 'Daily Illustrated Nonsense'.
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(to the tune of "My Blue Heaven")
When scupper-holes bail
No fear to capsize!
I’m stable in my new sit-on.
She’s plump but petite,
She’s plump but petite,
Just measures nine feet
I’ve christened her My Blue Heaven.
I'’ll need a saddle-seat, a paddle, some repellent (-bug)
Swift lift to roof-rack
Where I strap on My Blue Heaven.
Where I strap on My Blue Heaven.
A dolly to haul,
Don’t bring alcohol (chmmh!)
Boat-ramp to launch My Blue Heaven.
Could have a fishin’-pole, small ice-chest on a tidal ‘crick’
And she won’t swamp in wake or surf – that’s quite a trick.
Where scupper-holes drain
Skip’s feeling no pain
Secure in his new blue sit-on.
I’ve got my cellphone in a baggy, I’m not gab-repressed
So while I’m damp and floating, I’ll 'yack-yack or text.
When my darling calls
That evening is nigh
I’ll be docking My Blue Heaven.
A neat gift for me
Just turned seventy.
I’m happy with My Blue Heaven,
Boat-ramp to launch My Blue Heaven.
Could have a fishin’-pole, small ice-chest on a tidal ‘crick’
And she won’t swamp in wake or surf – that’s quite a trick.
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Shem Creek, SC foreground: sit-on kayak background: trawlers |
Where scupper-holes drain
Skip’s feeling no pain
Secure in his new blue sit-on.
I’ve got my cellphone in a baggy, I’m not gab-repressed
So while I’m damp and floating, I’ll 'yack-yack or text.
When my darling calls
That evening is nigh
I’ll be docking My Blue Heaven.
A neat gift for me
Just turned seventy.
I’m happy with My Blue Heaven,
Just so happy in My Blue Heaven.