Song Lyric Sunday: Time to eat.

It’s Sunday and I am late for Song Lyric Sunday! Jim Adams our host has a guest prompt from Paula Light of Light Motifs . Breakfast, Brunch, Dinner, Lunch, Snack, Supper.

Well what a great prompt, thank you Paula.

So I’ve chosen my favourite Breakfast song, Brunch song, Lunch song, dinner song and a supper song that could also be substituted for all meals mentioned plus afternoon tea! Plus a condiment for all occasions!

Breakfast in America by Supertramp. One of my favourite breakfast songs.

The inner sleeve of the 1979 Breakfast in America album lists one musician – Roger Hodgson or Rick Davies – as composer for each song. For the “Breakfast in America” title track, Davies alone is listed as composer and lyricist. However, the center label of the 12-inch vinyl disc credits all songs to both Hodgson and Davies.Similarly, on the vinyl single, it was credited to Hodgson and Davies.

Supertramp started performing the song during a reunion tour without Hodgson, Hodgson took credit for writing the song, telling reporters that Davies initially “hated” the song, and that he believed Davies did not play on the recording at all. However, in other interviews Hodgson has credited Davies with creating the vocalized retort line, “What’s she got? Not a lot.” Hodgson included the song in his 2010 world tour, produced as a live album titled Classics Live.

Written by Nigel Fletcher and Rob Woodward and first produced by them under the name of their other band, Stavely Makepeace.

Recorded in the front room of Woodward’s Coventry semi-detached house, it featured his mother Hilda Woodward on piano, in a boogie-woogiehonky-tonkragtime style. The only lyrics are the growled title “Mouldy Old Dough” and “Dirty Old Man” by Fletcher. When Fletcher asked what they meant, their author, Rob Woodward, said he had no idea.

Despite initial disapproval from their long-term manager and friend, David Whitehouse, they went ahead with its release. It is the only British number one single to feature a mother and son.[3]

Originally released in early 1972, it flopped on its first release. It was picked up in Belgium and used on a current affairs programme, and became a hit there, reaching number one in the Belgian singles chartDecca, encouraged by this success, re-released it and with the backing of then BBC Radio 1 DJ Noel Edmonds, it finally became a hit in the UK, spending four weeks at the top of the UK Singles Chart in October 1972. It sold 790,000 copies. In New Zealand, the song was number one for five weeks. The song also reached number one in Ireland and reached the Top 10 in Canada and Australia, but did not chart in the United States.

Brunch

“Mouldy Old Dough” (the title being an adaptation of the 1920s jazz phrase, “vo-de-o-do”) became the second biggest selling UK single of the year, behind The Band of the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards‘ bagpipe version of “Amazing Grace“.

The tune was also used by LOTTO New Zealand as a successful advertising routine.

As of April 2019, Hilda Woodward’s piano is an Exhibit at Coventry Music Museum, where other artefacts belonging to the band are also on display.

Hilda Woodward died, aged 85, on 22 February 1999. She was aged 58 at the time of “Mouldy Old Dough” topping the charts, which made her one of the oldest female artists to feature on a UK number one single.

Lunch

Life Is a Minestrone” is a 1975 song by 10cc released as a lead single from their third album, The Original Soundtrack. The track was written after Lol Creme and Eric Stewart were driving home from Strawberry Studios and a BBC Radio presenter said something that they only partly heard, but which Creme interpreted as “life is a minestrone”. Stewart and Creme believed the phrase to be a good title for a song on the grounds that life is, according to Stewart in a BBC Radio Wales interview, “a mixture of everything we pile in there”. They had the song written in a day.

“Life Is A Minestrone”

I’m dancing on the White House lawn
Sipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn
Hanging round the gardens of Babylon
Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up
She gets more fan mail than the Pope
She takes the mickey out of all my phobias
Like signing cheques to ward off double pneumonia

Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze

I’m leaning on the Tower of Pisa
Had an eyeful of the tower in France
I’m hanging round the gardens of Madison

And the seat of learning
And the flush of success
Relieves a constipated mind
I’m like a gourmet in a skid row diner
A fitting menu for a dilettante

Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze
Love is a fire of flaming brandy
Upon a crepe suzette
Let’s get this romance cooking, honey
But let us not forget

Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze

Dinner

TV Dinners” is a song performed by American band ZZ Top from their 1983 album Eliminator. It was produced by band manager Bill Ham, and recorded and mixed by Terry Manning. The song is a simple, beat-driven tune with lyrics about pre-packaged, oven-ready meals. Released as a single, it reached #38 on the Billboard Top Rock Tracks chart. Robert Palmer recorded “TV Dinners” for his 2003 album Drive.

T V Dinners Z Z Top.

“TV Dinners”

TV dinners there’s nothin’ else to eat
TV dinners they really can’t be beat
I like ’em frozen but you understand
I throw ’em in and wave ’em and I’m a brand new man oh yeah!

TV dinners they’re goin’ to my head
TV dinners my skin is turnin’ red
Twenty year old turkey in a thirty year old tin
I can’t wait until tomorrow…. and thaw one out again oh yeah!

TV dinners I’m feelin’ kinda rough
TV dinners this one’s kinda tough
I like the enchiladas and the teriaki too
I even like the chicken if…. the sauce is not too blue.

And they’re mine, all mine, oh yeah
and they sure are fine.
Gotta have ’em
gimme somethin’ now.

Afternoon tea and all meals mentioned.

Toast : Streetband.

“Toast” is a song by Streetband, known for their lead singer Paul Young, released as a single from their debut album London in October 1978.

In a 1980 issue of Record Mirror, Young said that “on Sunday, people go out for a gig, but they don’t really act like they should be there. And ‘Toast’ was just something we did to turn their heads from the bar”. “We were in the studio getting a single together and, due to a complete cock up, we found ourselves with three hours free studio time.” Chaz Jankel “suggested that we record ‘Toast’ for the B-side.”

However, in 2011, Young said the lyrics “were made up on the night Chaz Jankel came to see us…and he was scheduled to produce us. Believe it or not, it all came about because we had a novice road crew and not one of them could change a guitar string. When the rhythm player bust a string, he went off to do it himself (at the John Bull pub in Chiswick) and the rest of the band started busking on ‘Lover‘, the jazz standard that I’d heard by Tony Bennett. So I wouldn’t be standing there like a plonker, I started scatting over the rhythm and arrived at the word ‘toast’ at the end of the chord sequence. It made sense, so I repeated that at the end of every chord sequence.” However, the lyrics are credited to Bernard Kelly, which Young explained, “we credited it to our manager as our publishing was frozen, and never saw a penny from it!” When performed live, sometimes the title was changed to ‘Tits’, with appropriately modified lyrics.

(yawn)
Morning all. I’d like to tell you about when I was a young boy. Musta been three or four months old at the time. I didn’t really know what I wanted, and if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to tell anybody, ’cause all I could do was gurgle. So I sat there in me high-chair, thinking one day, looking at me tray and thinking what I’d give for a meal on there. So I started looking round to see what I could have. I was rubbing me eggy soldier in me head, trying to think, and then I looked in the corner and there’s a little bread bin with its mouth open, just staring at me, like. And then I looked in and I saw bread.

I thought, oh yeah, I’ll have [toast],
A little piece of [toast].

Well, then I started getting older
I hated this, I hated that
Expensive state was ludicrous
And cafes couldn’t cater
For the finer things in life
The upper crust was not for me
I could tell that
So I’d go back home
Switch the kitchen light on
Put the grill on
Slip a slice under

And have [toast]
A little piece of [toast]

‘Cause there’s so much to choose from
There’s brown bread, white bread
All sorts of wholemeal bread
It comes in funny packages
With writing on the side
But it doesn’t matter which one you have
‘Cause when you cut the crusts off
Have it with marmalade
Or butter, cheese, tomatoes, beans, banana
Or chocolate if you’re strange
It doesn’t really matter

Oh no, it all goes with [toast]
Just [toast]

I’m gonna think about it some

boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo
boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo
boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo
boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo
boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo

That’s [toast]
Mmm yeah
Just [toast]

That’s [toast]
Just [toast]

Well I go down the supermarket
With me basket in me hand
I’m walking from one counter to another
Trying to find the bread stall
But I can’t find it anywhere
And then I bump into a mother
With a baby in a basket
And she says

Oh look, you’ve started him off again
I come down here for a little bit of peace and quiet
To get some bread to go home to make [toast]

Just [toast]
I like [toast]

Yeah, but I don’t half like [toast]

OK, scrape that toast, boys

Good, that’s [toast]
Yeah, just [toast]

I can’t think about it any more. I’ve got to go and have some, it’s no good
Here listen, I’m getting a bit browned off standing here
Me too
Shall we go and have some toast?
Good idea
Why not?
OK
I’ve got the grill on
Got any brown bread?
Yeah
Have you got wholemeal bread? Wheatmeal bread? All sorts of toast
Let’s go

Something to accompany all meals.

The Ketchup Song (Aserejé)” (Spanish pronunciation: [aseɾeˈxe]) is the debut single by Spanish pop group Las Ketchup, taken from their debut studio album Hijas del Tomate (2002). The song tells the story of a rastafari-like Romani (afrogitano) with a special charm. In addition to the original Spanish version, the song exists in forms with Spanglish and Portuguese verses, although the nonsensical chorus is identical in all three versions.

“The Ketchup Song” was released on 10 June 2002 and became an international hit the same year. It reached number one in at least 20 European countries and became the best-selling hit of 2002 in seven of them. It also topped the music charts of Australia, Canada, and New Zealand but stalled at number 54 in the United States. As of 2006, the song had sold over 7 million copies worldwide. The song’s dance routine was a popular novelty dance in the early 2000s.

The Ketchup Song (Aserejé) (Spanglish Version)”

Friday night it’s party time
Feeling ready looking fine
Viene diego rumbeando
With the magic in his eyes
Checking every girl in sight
Grooving like he does the mambo
He’s the man alli en la disco
Playing sexy feeling hotter
He’s the king bailando el ritmo ragatanga
And the dj that he knows well
On the spot always around twelve
Plays the mix that diego mezcla con la salsa
Y la baila and he dances y la canta

Aserejé ja de jé de jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva
Majavi an de bugui an de buididipi
Aserejé ja de jé de jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva
Majavi an de bugui an de buididipi
Aserejé ja de jé de jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva
Majavi an de bugui an de buididipi

Many think it’s brujeria
How he comes and disappears
Every move will hypnotize you
Some will call it chuleria
Others say that it’s the real
Rastafari afrogitano

He’s the man alli en la disco
Playing sexy feeling hotter
He’s the king bailando el ritmo ragatanga
And the dj that he knows well
On the spot always around twelve
Plays the mix that diego mezcla con la salsa
Y la baila and he dances y la canta

Aserejé ja de jé de jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva
Majavi an de bugui an de buididipi
Aserejé ja de jé de jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva
Majavi an de bugui an de buididipi
Aserejé ja de jé de jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva
Majavi an de bugui an de buididipi

Aserejé ja de jé de jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva
Majavi an de bugui an de buididipi
Aserejé ja de jé de jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva
Majavi an de bugui an de buididipi
Aserejé ja de jé de jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva
Majavi an de bugui an de buididipi

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE 💜

Info from Wikipedia.

Lyric from A to Z Lyrics.

http://www.songlyrics.com.

Author: willowdot21

Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light ?? I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.

17 thoughts on “Song Lyric Sunday: Time to eat.”

  1. Great! I am now officially starving!
    Love the last song… it’s was a total fad in the Philippines.. you’d hear it everywhere!

  2. Breakfast in America is very popular today Willow. I really enjoyed the Z Z Top song T V Dinners. I eat toast almost every day. The Ketchup song video was fun to watch.

  3. Fun to hear all these songs! I hear that first one on the radio all the time, I like the toast one, and now I want some. Love the TV dinner one especially! 🙂

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