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The goal of our "Song Challenges" is to write songs/lyrics on demand within set parameters. We don't critique each other's songs in this thread (but you can say you like someone's song if you want to.) Please post your original works. If you have already written a song/lyric that fits within the parameters, please feel free to post it.
The new challenge is to write a song with a cooking or food theme. The focus of the song can be about other things: memories, relationships, etc. but cooking/food needs to be a predominant feature of the song.
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Hi Jean, This was posted on another thread so I copied it here ....(needs a fun uptempo melody w/some italiany instrumental flavor-hint hint-anyone?) "Lasagna Love"(c)2009 Lynn Orloff (novelty song) There once was a lady named Linda She cooked at a restaurant in town And one day a patron named Vito Smelled her cooking, came in and sat down Well he ordered a plate of lasagna A salad some vino and bread It wasn’t the wine or the music But the lasagna that went to his head Chorus (Yes)Vito was fond of lasagna Lasagna was the way to his heart So Linda would make it and then quickly bake it As long as she did they never would partWhile Linda continued her cooking Her Vito continued to eat Their relationship grew, his waistline did too But lasagna and love tasted sweet Then one day he asked her to marry To give up her job and stay home He begged her to still make lasagna He promised he never would roam. Oh Vito was fond of lasagna Lasagna was the way to his heart So Linda would make it and then quickly bake it A long as she did they never would partBridge She made capellini, she made bolognese, (pronounced bowl la nase) She made scallopini, but what can I say… Her Vito just wanted lasagna Lasagna was the way to his heart So Linda would make it and then quickly bake it As long as she did they never would part As long as she did they never would part
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I wrote this a long time ago,and I realize that it doesnt meter well at all,but it seemed to fit the criteria for this challenge..Grandma's Fried Chicken and Aunt Boo's Tea
I remember the weekends well Thinkn back when I was a kid Every Saturday was spent at Grandmas house It was just something that we did And everyone would show up there All of my aunts,uncles ,and cousins Every woman would bring thier specialty to feed all of the dozens I looked forward to those Saturdays and all the family I would see But what I wanted the most.... Grandmas Fried Chicken and Aunt Boos Tea
No one does it quite like them they truly do it best I tried to copy recipes and I've put them to the test I've asked other family members too They said just leave it be No one else can do it right...... For Grandmas Fried Chicken and Aunt Boo's Tea
I love the way were all together We seemed so very close Playing games of hide and seek and running through the garden hose Then we'd all line up for dinner Grandma'd set us all in rows Oh how I loved my family It was a lovely sight to see But I really wanted what was next.... Grandmas Fried Chicken and Aunt Boo's Tea
No one does it quite like them They truly do it best I've tried to copy recipes and I've put them to the test I asked other family members too they say just leave it be No one else can do it right For Grandmas Fried Chicken and Aunt Boo's Tea
We've all gone our seperate ways for now and some have grandkids of own own if I'd known time would change everything I'd wished I'd never would have grown
Grandmas Fried Chicken and Aunt Boos Tea was made with so much love and i know they're cooking up a storm somewhere up above Since you two have gone away it seems we've fell apart but the memories you tried to make for us I will cherish in my heart I will see you both again what a reunion that will be Grandma ,just bring the fried chicken and tell Aunt Boo to bring the tea
*****You know I'm a dreamer,but my heart's of gold*****Motley Crue
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Hi Jean, Fresh off the drawing board. Probably got a few meter problems, (Among other things) but heck it's only a half hour old Wy
She Isn't Too Bad Lookin'
She was plumb habit forming From supper at six to breakfast in the morning She sure did make a good impression And I absorbed every lesson She isn't too bad lookin' And you oughta taste her cookin Get's purtier each and every day I never felt so good And I know I should Be movin'or I'll never get away Leaving one eve while I was able But she'd left a late night snack there on the table Under that was the menu for the weekend My willpower began to weaken She isn't too bad lookin' And you oughta taste her cookin Gets purtier each and every day I never felt so good And I know I should Be leavin or I'll never get away B A free roamin man has got no business here I'm gonna be a' goin, probably next year She isn't too bad lookin' And you oughta taste her cookin Gets purtier each and every day I never felt so good And I know I should Be leavin or I'll never get away
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Hi Jean, Love the challenges. Here's my new one.
Double Dose Concoction (to Cure His Ails)
Verse 1 Chosen to bake brownies for the after game potluck, Gotta talkin Mr. Crow, elected as the "ump", He's the school custodial, hangs out with the cooks, Time we get to lunch line, we get rooked.
Verse 2 Mr.Crow's gotta son that plays for "Backwood Bears", Him bein on the rival, calls an "out" unfair, Crow he's gotta sweet tooth, couldn't fill a whale, We mixed up ingredients, to cure his "ails"
Chorus We're low on chocolate..cried Billy Dottle, Just a hershey squirt came out the bottle, Bob brought to the kitchen, the x-lax box, Joe came hashin in with blow, to knock socks off, Figured well, we most kill..two birds with one stone.. Our team better win when we play home.
Verse 3 Sure'nough lost home game, after the Crow called, He found the brownie table, we laughed up a ball, Next day Billy heard it said, by the 'tendance woman, Gotta sub custodian, Crow ain't commin.
Pre Chorus Got no lunch line brownies, forgot to mention, Worth every day of a week suspention (because)
Chorus We're low on chocolate..said Billy Dottle, Just a hershey squirt came out the bottle, Bob brought to the kitchen, the x-lax box, Joe came hashin in with blow, to knock socks off, Figured well, we most kill..two birds with one stone.. Our team better win when we play home.
Tag Double dose concoction sure cured his ails, As he was risin high over left field.
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Oh, what fun! Great idea for a theme, Jean. Here's one of mine. Well, two actually. The first is the female version, the second is for male vox. I envisage a lazy,raunchy kind of blues-jazz feel. Donna The Honey Pot’s Empty (and There’s Egg on Your Face) (female vox) (v1) You bought me fifty-dollar dinners Had your gravy on the side Thought you had me buttered up But I knew every time you lied (v2) You called me your little cream puff Liked the way I stirred your stew You’d best get used to starvin’ I’ve no more jelly-roll for you Chorus Now the honey pot’s empty And there’s egg on your face This table is reserved No more snackin’ at my place (v3) You told me I was your pumpkin I was your little cherry pie Your sugar-sweet patootie So here’s a big slice of ‘goodbye’ Bridge Eatin’ at a new diner Puttin’ too much on your plate Baby you’re gonna get heartburn When you find out I didn’t wait Chorus Now the honey pot’s empty And there’s egg on your face This table is reserved No more snackin’ at my place Tag (fading) mmmmm hmmmmm You cooked your own goose, darlin’… © D. Devine 2008 The Candy Stores’s Closin’ (and There’s Egg on Your Face) (male vox) (v1) I bought you fifty-dollar dinners You got your gravy on the side You thought you had me buttered up But I always knew when you lied Chorus Now the candy store’s closin’ And there’s egg on your face ‘Cause some other lovin’ woman Is cookin' up a storm in your place (v2) You said I was your hunk of beefsteak You liked the way I stirred your stew But now you’re gonna go hungry There’s no more candy-cane for you Chorus Now the candy store’s closin’ And there’s egg on your face ‘Cause some other lovin’ woman Is cookin' up a storm in your place Bridge Someone else at your table You’ve got too much on your plate Baby you’re gonna get heartburn When you find out I didn’t wait Chorus Now the candy store’s closin’ And there’s egg on your face ‘Cause some other lovin’ woman Is cookin' up a storm in your place (fading) mmmmm hmmmmm How ‘bout them apples, darlin’? © D. Devine 2008
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Thanks for that pastalicious song, Lynn.
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LOL, Michelle, that's a cute one. If it goes to music, it should be easy to clean up the meter.
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The way to a man's heart … Thanks for posting, Wy.
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Cookin up some trouble … thanks for the post, Nightengale.
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Slice of goodbye … the piece most people don't want, lol. Thanks for posting, Donna.
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This is just a very silly one just meant for the purposes of this exercise/challenge.
The Butter Fly © Vicki Ferloin-Shields 05012009
You came home after working late Smelling like cheap perfume looked down at your empty plate And yelled, “I want my dinner soon!” You deserve only bread and butter With your fist clenched you said “woman go get my supper!”
Then you saw The butter fly As it sailed Past your eyes if you talk that way There will be hell to pay And you saw The butter fly Oh butter fly
After what happened here tonight We both have had enough I packed up your suitcase right So you wouldn’t take my stuff You were just about out the door When your stomach growled and you said you need more
And you saw The butter fly As it sailed Past your eyes If you talk that way There will be hell to pay And you saw The butter fly Oh butter fly
You just want some dinner But I don’t cook for liars or for sinners
And you saw The butter fly As it sailed Past your eyes If you talk that way There will be hell to pay And you saw The butter fly Oh butter fly
Open to co-writers and collaborations with other lyricists and/or musicians.
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A new way to butter him up, thanks Vicki!
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OK, here is one of mine that I wrote and posted a while back.
Mama Cookin’ Cajun Tonight! ©2002 J.M. Richardson
Intro: Mama cookin’ Mama cookin’, Mama, Mama cookin’ Cajun again!
1. All de smoke it pour out de window, use to give de neighbors a fright, when dey see it now, dey all smile ‘n say, “look like Mama cookin’ Cajun tonight!”
Chorus: Mama cookin’, Mama cookin’, Mama, Mama cookin’ Cajun again. Call de Fire Brigade 'n tell ‘em “false alarm; it only Mama cookin’ Cajun again.
2. Someone told me food came in color; Mama’s food, it had only one. Didn’t have to ask when it was time to eat, it turn black den we knew it was done.
Chorus: Mama cookin’, Mama cookin’, Mama, Mama cookin’ Cajun again. Call de Fire Brigade 'n tell ‘em “false alarm; it only Mama cookin’ Cajun again.
Bridge: Black fish, black steak, Black mashed potato __ Blackened ham ‘n stewed tomato, Black eggs ‘n toast, black turkey wing, Black cake ‘n pie, black ev’rything!
Chorus: Mama cookin’, Mama cookin’, Mama, Mama cookin’ Cajun again. Call de Fire Brigade 'n tell ‘em “false alarm; it only Mama cookin’ Cajun again.
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This is an old one, thought I'd toss into the mix -- you've been great keeping up with these Jean. I still sorta liked this one...maybe I'll bring it over to Lyric 3 for some nit-picking!!
Thanks! Beth
"Cookie" © 2008 Lyrics Beth Williams
Her nickname was Cookie Oh the boys loved to look-ie She was happy to give Whatever they too-kie Sometimes this meant A few rounds of nook-ie No worries for her, She wasn’t a rookie
Her real name was Doris But that was a snore-is Alas pretty soon They called her a whore-is She’d do it wherever The bed or the floor-is It was never enough Always, more-more-MORE-is
Cookie Sweet Cookie Once sugar and spices But you kept getting burnt So you just raised your prices I worry the fall will be hard when it comes They’ll be nothing left of Cookie Except for some crumbs
But for all of her money She got tired of fun-ny She’d never known lovin Not with anyone-y So when in her oven She found a boy bun-ny She named him Chip Then gave away son-ny
Cookie Sweet Cookie Once sugar and spices But you kept getting burnt So you just raised your prices I worry the fall will be hard when it comes They’ll be nothing left of Cookie Except for some crumbs
Teenagers, hubbies, the old ones, no matter She’d stopped keeping score, Just “new batter, new batter”!
Cookie Sweet Cookie Once sugar and spices But you kept getting burnt So you just raised your prices You thought you’d be able to handle this life Should have rescued you Doris And made you my wife
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Very good Jean. It sings right off the page.
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Poor little cookie. Thanks for posting this, Beth.
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Thank you, Lynn.
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Here is perhaps my one and only piece with a food reference. I may have inadvertently sent this earlier through a PM. It's called "A Bowl of Gumbo". I am a lover of both cajun-styl music and cooking even though I have never yet vistited the area. Many mainstream country stars have hailed from that area.
A BOWL OF GUMBO
c2001 Brian Beecher
When you fall in love with someone It is easy and natural To presume you both are on common ground
But dreams of the past made me Discontented with the present Till one magic moment when it was once again found
She gave me a bowl of gumbo Just like down on the bayou She asked me where did our love go The calm after the storm
And then I would hold her And me oh, my oh That bowl of gumbo Put our love back in tip top form
When the stress of life gets to you In the end you may just have to Muddle your way through as best you can
The right kind of love allows you To put your mind in neutral In that state solutions can be oh so grand
She gave me a bowl of gumbo Just like down on the bayou She asked me where did our love go The calm after the storm
And then I would hold her And me oh, my oh That bowl of gumbo Put our love back in tip top form
The familiarity of routine Has a positive role in life Even though it may seem like a bore at times
Yet an indirect declaration Of love has a way of Pushing any other thought out of your mind
She gave me a bowl of gumbo Just like down on the bayou She asked me where did our love go The calm after the storm
And then I would hold her And me oh, my oh That bowl of gumbo Put our love back in tip top form
Hey that bowl of gumbo Put our love back in tip top form
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Thanks for posting this, Brian. Guess the way to a man's heart really is through his stomach.
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