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The Kingston Trio - Zombie Jamboree lyrics
Zombie Jamboree The Kingston Trio Written by C.E. Mauge, Jr. From the 3-CD set, "The Kingston Trio-36 All Time-Favorites": CEMA Special Products; a Division of Capitol Records, Inc., S23-17653 A live performance SPOKEN: Right now, as a point of information, something we didn't know until recently. Every year, in Trinidad, they have what is know as a "calypsonian carnival" in which the various native groups down there vie with one another, uh, musically, in order to find out who's the best extemporaneous composer of them all. And in the year 1955, Lord Invader and his Twelve Penetrators took the title with this next song, based on a theme by Goethe involving the dance of the dead. Well, uh, Invader could only draw from experience so he called it, of course, "Zombie Jamboree, the Song That Killed Calypso." Well, now Back to back, belly to belly Well I don't give a damn 'cause it doesn't matter really Back to back, belly to belly At the Zombie Jamboree Now hear me callin' Back to back, belly to belly Well I don't give a damn 'cause it doesn't matter really Back to back, belly to belly At the Zombie Jamboree Zombie Jamboree took place in a New York cemetery (Where?) Zombie Jamboree took place in Long Island cemetery Zombies from all parts of the island (Where?) Some of them are great Calypsonians Hey, since the season was Carnivale They got together in Bacchanal Whatcha doin'? Back to back, belly to belly Well I don't give a damn 'cause it doesn't matter really Back to back, belly to belly At the Zombie Jamboree (Unintelligible spoken aside) Back to back, belly to belly Well I don't give a damn 'cause it doesn't matter really Back to back, belly to belly At the Zombie Jamboree One female zombie wouldn't behave She say she want me for a slave In the one hand she's holding a quart of wine (Whoa) In the other she's pointin' that she'll be mine Now believe me folks, yes I had to run (Why?) Husband of a zombie ain't no fun (No nice!) I says "Oh, no my turtle dove" "That old bag of bones I cannot love" Whatcha doin'? Back to back, belly to belly Well I don't give a damn 'cause it doesn't matter really Back to back, belly to belly At the Zombie Jamboree What a good game! Back to back, belly to belly Well I don't give a damn 'cause it doesn't matter really Back to back, belly to belly At the Zombie Jamboree Right then and there she raise a *feet* "I'm a-going to get you now, my sweet" "I'm gonna make you call me Sweetie Pie" I says "Oh, no, get back-you lie" I may be lyin' but you will see (What?) After you kiss this dead zomb-ie (Blecccch!!!) No, I've never seen such a horror in me life Can you imagine me with a zombie wife? (YES!) Back to back, belly to belly Well I don't give a damn 'cause it doesn't matter really Back to back, belly to belly At the Zombie Jamboree SPOKEN: You're all alone, you know. Back to back, belly to belly Well I don't give a damn 'cause it doesn't matter really Back to back, belly to belly At the Zombie Jamboree TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: *feet* is adjudged to be the phonetic spelling of the island pronunciation of the word "fit." These lyrics are uncertain but it sounds as if "raise a fit" could be the equivalent to "have a fit": in other words, this female zombie was upset at his non-acceptance |
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