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 Frank Sinatra, Fats Domino and 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'.
UKULELE and GUITAR-FRIENDLY LINK: Our whole series of songs can be found in a friendly format for ukulele (and guitar)-players on our sister blog "SILLY SONGS and SATIRE" with chord-charts and helpful performing suggestions. To find ukulele chord-charts to help you accompany "My Blue Sit-On" on your favorite instrument, click HERE.
MY BLUE SIT-ON
(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)
A type III vest to keep each vessel-rider snug.
Self-draining kayak,
Self-draining kayak,
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.
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