Lyrics to a Skit involving Canadian Mounties
Joe Diamond
Can anyone post or tell me where to locate the lyrics of a skit which
features a lumberjack, an adoring female and a Chorus of Canadian
Mounties? The following words are in the song:
"I'm a lumberjack and I'm O.K."
Many thanks
Norman St.John-Polevaulter
In article <645g09$1...@freenet-news.carleton.ca>,
af...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Joe Diamond) wrote:
Wrong newsgroup.
Try alt.fan.musical-forestry.ca
-Norman St.John-Polevaulter aka sounds like a good idea for a skit though
--
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Marcus Taylor
Norman St.John-Polevaulter (aft...@uniserve.thetrash.com) wrote:
: In article <645g09$1...@freenet-news.carleton.ca>,
: af...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Joe Diamond) wrote:
: > Can anyone post or tell me where to locate the lyrics of a skit which
: > features a lumberjack, an adoring female and a Chorus of Canadian
: > Mounties? The following words are in the song:
: >
: > "I'm a lumberjack and I'm O.K."
: >
: > Many thanks
: Wrong newsgroup.
No it's NOT; you *silly* person! I believe the questioner is
referring to the "Lumberjack Song" (Oh, what a giveaway!:)
It appeared in episode nine (but not episode 9, though), and the tie-in
went something like this:
Barber(Palin):
All right...I cnfess I haven't cut your hair...I hate cutting
hair. I have this terrible un-un-uncontrollable fear whenever I see
hair. When I was a kid I used to hate the sight of hair being cut.
My mother said I was a fool. She said the only cure for it was to
become a barber. So I spent five ghastly years at the Hairdressers'
Training Centre at Totnes. Can you imagine what it's like cutting
the *same*head* for *five* years? I didn't want to be a barber anyway.
I wanted to be a lumberjack. Leaping from tree to tree as they float
down the mighty rivers of British Columbia...(he is gradually
straightening up with a visionary gleam in his eyes) The giant redwood,
the larch, the fir, the mighty scots pine. (he tears off his barber's
jacket, to reveal a tartan <flannel> shirt and lumberjack trousers
underneath, as he speaks the lights dim behind him and a choir of
Mounties is heard faintly in the distance) The smell of fresh-cut timber!
The crash of mighty trees! (moves to stand in front of back-drop of
Canadian mountains and forests) With my best girlie by my side...(a
frail adoring blonde, the heroine of many a mountains film, or perhaps
the rebel mail, rushes to his side and looks adoringly into his eyes)
We'd sing...sing...sing...
And then the lyrics to the actual song go like this:
Barber: I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK,
I sleep all night and I work all day.
Mouties Choir: He's a lumberjack and he's OK,
he sleeps all night and he works all day.
B: I cut down trees, I eat my lunch,
I go to the lavatory. (sung"lav-a-treeeee")
On Wednesday I go shopping,
And have buttered scones for tea.
<funny, I thought it was "On WednesdayS..."; I must be getting old:/ >
MC: He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch,
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesday he goes shopping,
And has buttered scones for tea.
He's a lumberjack and he's OK,
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
B: I cut down trees, I skip and jump,
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.
MC: He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps,
he likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on...women's clothing?
(choir is starting to look uncomfortable and they lose the beat; girl
looks at barber-cum-lumberjack with worry)
And hangs around in bars?!?
(choir start as they nearly miss their cue)
He's a lumberjack and he's OK,
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
B: I cut down trees, I wear high heels,
Suspenders and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Mama. (sung"ma-mar")
(Girl has begun crying)
MC: He cuts down trees, he wears high heels,
(choir losing confidence again)
{Spoken}Suspenders? ...and a BRA?!?
(choir mumbles and complains. Music runs down.)
Girl (Booth): Oh Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! (runs off)
(choir starts throwing bad fruit at him and jeering)
: Try alt.fan.musical-forestry.ca
(cute try, tho:)
: -Norman St.John-Polevaulter aka sounds like a good idea for a skit though
NO; *really*? =8O
Marcus Taylor aka boy, I'm sarcastic in the morning!:)
aka Chair, CfCCDM&GKTPITD ( . . )
aka TourGuide to He77 \ /
aka Minister for Nit-Picking (labour) (_%_)
^MaEsTrO
Chad Lubrecht wrote in article <3466AC...@udel.edu>...
>Norman St.John-Polevaulter wrote:
>>
>> In article <645g09$1...@freenet-news.carleton.ca>,
>> af...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Joe Diamond) wrote:
>>
>> > Can anyone post or tell me where to locate the lyrics of a skit which
>> > features a lumberjack, an adoring female and a Chorus of Canadian
>> > Mounties? The following words are in the song:
>> >
>> > "I'm a lumberjack and I'm O.K."
>> >
>> > Many thanks
>>
follow the bouncing url, folks...lyrics and scripts to just about
everything python ever did...
end
Robert Bogdon
On 10 Nov 1997, Marcus Taylor wrote:
> B: I cut down trees, I wear high heels,
> Suspenders and a bra.
> I wish I'd been a girlie,
> Just like my dear Mama. (sung"ma-mar")
>
Wasn't it...
"Just like my dear Papa."
?
Robert Bogdon
uni...@wild.net
http://www.wild.net/~univac
Assistant System Administrator
The scary part about warning labels, is that someone had to do
something that stupid to get them put there in the first place.
John Anglin
>> Just like my dear Mama. (sung"ma-mar")
>>
>>Wasn't it...
>
> "Just like my dear Papa."
The word depends on which performance you're listening to.
Analda aka Just like my dear lemon curry
ana...@hiwaay.net
Charles Griswold
Robert Bogdon wrote:
> On 10 Nov 1997, Marcus Taylor wrote:
> > B: I cut down trees, I wear high heels,
> > Suspenders and a bra.
> > I wish I'd been a girlie,
> Wasn't it...
> "Just like my dear Papa."
It depends... I've heard it sung both ways. I think they changed it
because "Just like my dear Papa" is sillier. I maybe because one of the
Pythons had a father that really was...
a lumberjack.
What did you think I was going to say?
-- Charles Griswold
"Things are more like they are now than they have ever been." -- President
Gerald Ford
Robert Bogdon
On Mon, 10 Nov 1997, John Anglin wrote:
> Date: Mon, 10 Nov 1997 23:38:30 GMT
> From: John Anglin <jan...@HiWAAY.net>
> Newsgroups: alt.fan.monty-python
> Subject: Re: Lyrics to a Skit involving Canadian Mounties
>
> >> Just like my dear Mama. (sung"ma-mar")
> >>
> >>Wasn't it...
> >
> > "Just like my dear Papa."
>
> The word depends on which performance you're listening to.
>
> Analda aka Just like my dear lemon curry
> ana...@hiwaay.net
>
>
I'm pretty sure on the CD, it's Papa, I've only seen it on TV once, and I
wasn't paying too close attention at the time, so I'm not sure which it
was.
Chad Lubrecht
Norman St.John-Polevaulter wrote:
>
> In article <645g09$1...@freenet-news.carleton.ca>,
> af...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Joe Diamond) wrote:
>
> > Can anyone post or tell me where to locate the lyrics of a skit which
> > features a lumberjack, an adoring female and a Chorus of Canadian
> > Mounties? The following words are in the song:
> >
> > "I'm a lumberjack and I'm O.K."
> >
> > Many thanks
>
>
> Try alt.fan.musical-forestry.ca
>
> -Norman St.John-Polevaulter aka sounds like a good idea for a skit though
>
> Candidate for the Slightly Silly Party
>
> Using anti-spam address. Please take out the trash before you reply.
Yes, an excellant idea.
Rather suprised they never did it,
could have him dressin' up like a girlie at the end...
--
Chad Lubrecht
lubr...@udel.edu
The Sage at UD
http://udel.edu/~lubrecht
Rae Ann Houde
In article <Pine.GSO.3.95q.97111...@cheetah.wild.net>,
Robert Bogdon <uni...@wild.net> wrote:
No No No! You spunky little human things have got it all wrong again!
The Lumberjack Song, as written by Your Robot Masters in the year of 1997 is
recorded as:
Robots are the greatest things,
Since they figured out how to slice bread,
They tell us what to do,
And we do it 'till were dead,
Sometimes they make us cut down trees,
To their great minds do we apease,
they call us lumberjacks, they do,
they are better than me, and better than you,
Oh robots are the greatest things on earth,
We have to build them 'cause they can't give birth,
One time a robot said to me,
'bow down, and kiss my knee',
and so I did, with great mirth,
THE END
Justin AKA Your Groovy Robo Masta!
age...@geocities.com