Feb challenge - Frankie - 'Forty Eight Paracetomol'

[Frankie Rage]

It has to be a silly one for me... with a little bit of 'G&S' style nonsense thrown in for good measure!

'Forty Eight Paracetomol'

Big girls, small girls and then some
brazen, boozy and winsome
the sergeant major appraised
every girl in his gaze
gym strutting privates on parade, mum, aghhh!

And little me I took forty eight paracetomol,
a bottle of gin mom, a piece of cherry pie,
my mother never raised me for debauchery,
but now I am the apple of the sergeants eye!

ooooo! (girly chorus)

 

[up-fiddler]

Silly ideed! I hear circus style calliopes in the background when reading the lyrics. I hope this one ends up as music. It will be interesting to hear what yo do with it.

 

[Frankie Rage]

Silly ideed! I hear circus style calliopes in the background when reading the lyrics. I hope this one ends up as music. It will be interesting to hear what yo do with it.

Yeah it has music (in my head) I find it hard to produce a lyric without there being a tune already with it from somewhere. I get hooked on a piece which is another of my failings (from that long list..)

I shall get a demo done by the due deadline! To make it sillier... I may sing it as a group of girls! But I'll stay dressed in my civvies..

 

[Frankie Rage]

I lost a tad of inspiration on this so.. ..and here's a bit of a "theory" tip.. ; I changed the title to spice things up a bit!

'Forty Seven Paracetomol'

Big girls, small girls and then some
brazen, boozy and winsome
the sergeant major appraised
every girl in his gaze
gym-strutting privates on parade, mum

Boot camp, eating, sleeping
night time bedroom creeping
the sergeant major appeared
and thrice nightly he reared
and praise upon us recently he's heaping

Little me I took forty seven paracetomol,
a bottle of gin and a piece of cherry pie,
my mother never did raise me for debauchery,
but now I am the apple of the sergeants eye!

ooooo! (girly chorus)

 

[Frankie Rage]

Pretty much finished the lyric and main melody. Changed the title again too (old 'theory' tip... ;-)

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'The Sergeant Major’s Rifle' c. Egar

Big girls, small girls and then some
brazen, boozy and winsome
the sergeant major appraised
every girl in his gaze
gym-strutting privates on parade

Boot camp, eating, sleeping
night time bedroom creeping
the sergeant major appeared
and thrice nightly he reared
and praise upon us recently he's heaping

Oh, I’m cleaning the sergeant major’s rifle
It’s not been cleaned since ‘ninety two
Yes, I’m cleaning the sergeant major’s rifle
Always cleaning and I’m feeling blue
He pulls me out in the middle of parade
To clean his boots and put his dirty socks away
Well, it’s not what I joined the army for!
It’s not what I joined the army for!
It’s not what I joined the army for!
Won’t you come and take me home, ma!
Won’t you come and take me home!

And so I took forty seven paracetomols,
a bottle of gin and a piece of cherry pie,
my mother never raised me for debauchery,
but now I am the apple of the sergeants eye!

Big girls, small girls and then some
brazen, boozy and winsome
the sergeant major appraised
every girl in his gaze
gym-strutting privates on parade