watza matta you
Jamie
"Whatza Matta You"...if you have them, they'd be much appreciated...needed
for a benefit concert...
Flipper
Ian
Jamie wrote in message ...
The song is actually called "Shaddup Your Face" by Joe Dolce. Sorry, don't
have the lyrics, but this may help someone to help you.
Chorus is roughly...
What's-a-matter you? (Hey!)
Gotta no respect.
Who d'ya think you're foolin'?
Why you look-a so sad?
What's-a-matter you?
It's-a nice-a place
Ah, shaddup your face!
Fine stuff, I think you will all agree!
Ian
(who has just spent 15 minutes arguing with the spell-checker over this!)
Tom Banks
when a friend of mine (Nigel Green) was his manager, and he brought him to
our radio station in Hong Kong for an interview. Nice chap - but a
seriously crap song. Still, it got him his 15 minutes. All these years I
thought he was a Brit but living in Australia, but it turns out he's
American (Ohio). Phew!!! It's bad enough having to claim Jive Bunny as one
of our own.
Have looked at www.lyrics.ch but they don't seem to be there, I don't have
the song (thankfully), but to get you started, and from memory
Whatsa matter you (hey),
ain't you got no respect,
whadya think you do (hey),
itsa kinda late,
......
.....
shaddup you face!
GOOD LUCK
Tom
Jamie wrote in message ...
>I'm looking for the lyrics for a comic number from the late seventies
called
>"Whatza Matta You"...if you have them, they'd be much appreciated...needed
>for a benefit concert...
>
>Flipper
>
>
James Dobrovicz
by Joe Dolce. Maybe that will help you find it.
Ann McGrath
'Allo, I'm-a Giuseppe,
I got-a something special-a for you, ready?
Uno, duo, tre, quatro!
When I was a boy, just abouth the eightth-a grade,
Mama used to say: "Don't stay out-a late
With the bad-a boys, always shoot-a pool,
Giuseppe going to flunk-a school!"
Boy, it make-a me sick, all the t'ing I gotta do,
I can't-a get-a no kicks, always got to follow rules,
Boy, it make-a me sick, just to make-a lousy bucks,
Got to feel-a like a fool,
And-a mama used to say all-a time:
What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect,
What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad?
It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place,
Ah, shaddap-a you face!
That's-a my mama. I can remember!
Big accordion solo!
Ah ! Play dat again! Really nice, really nice!
Soon-a come-a day, gonna be a big-a star,
Den I make-a T.V. shows and-a movies,
Get-a myself a new car, but still I be myself,
I don't want-a to change a t'ing,
Still a-dance and a-sing,
[ t'ing about-a mama, she used to say:
What's-a matter you? Hey! . . .
Mama, she said it all-a da time!
What's-a matter you? Hey!
Gotta no respect, . . .
That's-a my mama!
Hello, everybody!
'At's out-a dere in-a radio and-a T.V. land,
aid you know I had a big-a hit-a song in-a Italy with-a disc?
"Shaddap-a you face,"
I sing-a dis-a song, all-a my fans applaud,
Dey clap-a da hands, dat-a make me feel-a so good;
You ought to learn-a dis-a song, it's-a real-a simple -
See, I sing: "What's-a matter you?" You sing: "Hey!"
Den I sing-a da rest, and den at de end, we can all-a sing:
"Ah, Shaddap-a you face!" 0.k., let's-a try it, really big -
Uno, duo, tre, quatro!
What's - a matter you ? Hey !...
Jamie wrote:
> I'm looking for the lyrics for a comic number from the late seventies called
> "Whatza Matta You"...if you have them, they'd be much appreciated...needed
> for a benefit concert...
>
> Flipper
--
Regards
Ann
Edinburgh - Scotland
E-mail - ann.m...@cableinet.co.uk
ICQ - 5607870
Gidget
them, won'tya?!
SPOKEN: "'Allo, Im a Guiseppe, I gotta somethin special for yo, ready?
uno, duo, tre,quatro!"
When I was a boy, just about the eightha grade
Mama used to say, Don't stay outa late
With the bada boys
Always shootin pool
(SPOKEN) Guiseppe going to flunka school !
Boy it make-a me sick
All the ting I gotta do
I cant a get-a no kicks
Always got to follow rules
By, it make-a me sick
Just to make-a lousy bucks
(SPOKEN)Gotta feel-a like a fool, and-a Mama used to say all a time
CHORUS:
Whats-a matta you? Hey!
Gott-a no respect,
Whatdya think you do?
Why you look-a so sad?
It's-a not so bad
It's-a nice-a place
Ah, shaddap-a you face!
Soon-a come a day
Gonna be a big-a star
Den I make-a TV, shows and-a movies
Get-a myself a new car
But still I be myself
I dont want-a to change a t'ing
SP: Still-a dance and sing, I t'ink about-a Mama, she used to say...
(CHORUS)
MONOLOGUE:
Hello, everybody!
'At's out-a dere in-a radio and-a TV land
Did you know I had a big-a hit-a song in-a Italy with-a dis?
"Shaddap-a you face,"
I sing-a dis song, all-a my fans applaud
Dey clap-a da hands
Dat-a make me feel so good
You oughta learn-a dis-a song
It's-a real-a simple
See, I sing "Whats-a matter you?"
You sing " Hey!"
Den I sing-a da rest
And den at de end, we can all-a sing
"Ah, Shaddap-a you face!"
OK, Lets-a try it, really big
Uno, duo, tre, quatro!
"Whats-a matter you? Hey ! (etc. to end.)