Wakey, wakey, shakey, shakey, earth is quakey, quicky, quicky, git up head down feet up turn round, then do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, then turn your inside out -- Far Out!
Shakey, shakey, wakey, wakey, bakey, bakey, shake and bakey. Lakey lady lava cover, spilling over pithy pity.
Lady lava Lava Lady is Liquid Dating, with backyard barbeques getting her dance card filled up down at the Jam Bury your town hold down slow glow from no-town favorites, Let Us Nights end in pits, singing "On and On." See her glowing revues.
Come 'on 'ear duh noize, gurlz rock' 'em boize, make sure you use the real McCoys, oh, whoa, yeah, yeah--NOIZE!
You know they come in threes, you can feel it in the breeze, you see coconut fall off the trees, oh, whoa, yeah, yeah.
Quakey wakey mighty tidy, surf you jerks, the waves are crazy, topsy turvy--move away curvey. Itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-bikini'--OOPS (pass your bedtime)
Rednecks and hillbillies having a war.
They fought and they spit and both were so sore.
It got bloody. There was much ugly gore.
We scratched and we bit just like the folk lore.
Cousin found gold and announced it to four.
Hatfield who ran off to find their own ore.
I scratched him and slugged him, this cousin so poor.
The rednecks ran off, as we hillbillies broke down their door.
So if you think the feud is forever over, and no more,
Remember we McCoys are as ignorant as we are poor.
We will be feud’n and fight’n, until we are sore
Or we chase that other family, for squabbles we adore.
He has to fight his cousins his parents say
They are mean, preteens.
He is six, and sensitive
This is not fair I point out
Their arms are crossed. They are determined
He will be a boy's boy no matter what
Sissies do not belong in their family.
They are living in the dark ages of the Hatfields and McCoys
He gets beat, he learns, they agree.
Both had to fight, both think it is the only way
Their heads are down deep in the sand.
What if he doesn't get back up? We point out
We have no real say here. They are kin.I am school people.
He will learn, they insist. He has to fight his cousins.
No light in their eyes; only darkness and determination.
I guess not getting up would be a testamony to bravery?
Will they put this on his gravestone?
No doubt.
The land shapes people and people shape lands
Tug River tells tales about feudist stands
'Tween Kentuck and Virginny the river runs
Where the rival families took up their guns
Hatfields 'n McCoys roamed "Murder Land"
Cried 'n died by each other's hand
Details were as much fancy as they were fact
As was this revengeful ongoing hillbilly pact
Newspapers spun this yarn of "Outlaw Class"
Took over a hundred years for this plague to pass
"Devil Anse" 'n "Randall" were the family foes
Long-living cheek and jowl as legend goes
Cost many a life of wife, son and daughter
Through decades of feuding, senseless slaughter
Some say that they were driven out by rail
Others knew enmity should surely prevail
Eastern investors were clearly after coal
In the end, as always, control was the goal
By the start of the twentieth century
Appalachians had lost their dignity
ELIJAH MCcOY
Elijah McCoy
African black Canadian American
Inventor of mechanical lubricator
For steam train engines
Catch phrase "the real McCoys" derides from him...
2/11/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
The Men Who Knew Too Much
Know too much, about music.
Egon, Percy and Shaun.
Like a marraige that's still strong.
Each acomplished in music field.
No matter which instrument they wield.
Percy perfect on steel guitar.
Shaun on saxaphone and drum.
Egon on rhythm and singing songs.
Making us want to sing along.
To Leonard, Bob, Hank and Roy.
Elvis and Johnny,the real McCoys.
Been together so long now
with notes and rhythms they toy.
Harmonies that sound so sweet.
Foot stomping tunes spot on the beat.
Gotta be up on my feet.
Can't sit still on this seat.
Just got a text from a friend:
"Don't miss your family tonight on
A&E: *Hatfields and McCoys"
Here's just a tid bit more 'bout me.
See it tonight on A&E:
'Hatfields and McCoys'--*Hatfield's
me--
Not sure 'bout content--we'll see.
I know from Wales, orig'nally.
Perhaps more 'bout the family tree,
And of course the 'Fued'--def'nately!
Don't know what time--just--A&E.
deborah burch©
5/58/2012
*lol...yup...it's true ;)
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