APR 30, singable satire: "CAROLINA -- A REDAWNING" ( a parodley, i.e. parody medley)

PASTICHE with PARODY-LYRICS

ORIGINAL SONG#1: Buona Sera, Louis Prima
ORIGINAL SONG#2: Carolina in the Morning, Al Jolson
ORIGINAL SONG#3: Mona Lisa, Nat King Cole
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, December 2014.



Notes: 

1) This trio of substituted parody lyrics can be thought of as a parody-medley or parodley 

2) The pacing for the first song works much better when "Capri" is pronounced Italian style with the accent on the first syllable. 

BUONA SERA  

(to the tune of "CAROLINA IN THE MORNING")

What could make me keener than to kiss you, signorina, ‘Buona sera’ ?

Say goodbyes to Napoli and magic Isle of Capri, ‘Buona sera’

Where the mist-clad mountains wrap around the shore,

Sheltering village fountains we snap as we explore.

Strolling with my ‘bella’, I’m a hell’va lucky fella, signorina

But jewellery shops are tourist traps, and credit card got stuck in bank 
machin’a

If I had a stash of cash – a lot more euros,

We’d linger over dinner, and here’s what I’d propose:

Let's spring'a for that wedding ring'a, after doing traveling, signori-i-na. 

MONA LISA

 (to the tune of "BUONA SERA")

   

Are you snickering? Mona Lisa, men are asking -

La Gioconda – playful name for family;

But it’s hard for us to question L. da Vinci,

When that old guy died so long ago in Italy.

Are you smiling, Mona Lisa, to tempt lovers?

Or are you puffed with child and have your little laugh?

But from art critics we get speculating theory;

Leonardo’s face and yours – please, I get weary!

In the meantime, we’ll just view you in the Louvre,

Hang on in there, Mona Lisa, keep up the smile.

Hang on in there, Mona Lisa, keep up the smile!

CAROLINA IN THE MORNING 

(to the tune of "MONA LISA")

Carolina - it's much finer, in the morning,

Like my sweetie when I greet her before noon;

Where the vines so fine entwine around her doorstep,

I'd prefer to slide inside into her room.

I feel butterflies all flutter up, can’t ask her,

 Shall we stay and kiss your buttercup at dawn?

If I just had the lamp of Aladdin,

I would stay there, and just play there.
Are you wanting to stroll, whirly girlie,

Out where there’s pearly early dew upon the lawn?

Are you wanting to stroll, whirly girlie,

Out where there’s pearly early dew upon the lawn?

Squirrelly girlie, squirrelly gir-lie.