Friday, January 22, 2010

Witty Love Lost & Found

Enough with as Linda says, "Grape Stomped Hearts". Now it's time for the funny side of love. Take your pick this week as both songs are gifts of clever lyrics to take an Oscar home courtesy of Bob Hope.



First up a Frank Loesser lyric and Oscar winner about how to have a happy divorce with "Thanks For the Memories". Sung with Shirley Ross in The Big Broadcast of 1938, it became Hope's signature song.



Thanks for the memory
Of candlelight and wine, castles on the Rhine
The Parthenon and moments on the Hudson River Line
How lovely it was!

Thanks for the memory
Of rainy afternoons, swingy Harlem tunes
And motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes
How lovely it was!

Many's the time that we feasted
And many's the time that we fasted
Oh, well, it was swell while it lasted
We did have fun and no harm done

And thanks for the memory
Of sunburns at the shore, nights in Singapore
You might have been a headache but you never were a bore
So thank you so much.

Thanks for the memory
Of sentimental verse, nothing in my purse
And chuckles when the preacher said "For better or for worse"
How lovely it was

Thanks for the memory
Of lingerie with lace, Pilsner by the case
And how I jumped the day you trumped my one-and-only ace
How lovely it was!

We said goodbye with a highball
Then I got as "high" as a steeple
But we were intelligent people
No tears, no fuss, Hooray! For us

So, thanks for the memory
And strictly entre-nous, darling how are you?
And how are all the little dreams that never did come true?
Aw'flly glad I met you, cheerio, and toodle-oo
And thank you so much.




Next Fish Out of Water with the Oscar winning "Buttons & Bows". Two versions from two films, first with Hope & Jane Russell and then with Hope, Russell, and Roy Rogers.



East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let's go where they keep on wearin'
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows.

Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o' your clothes
And you'll stand out, In buttons and bows.

I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where
Yer friends don't tote a gun

My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let's vamoose where gals keep a-usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.

Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.

Buttons and bows, buttons and bows...

4 comments:

Linda said...

Hmmmm ... thinking, thinking ...

Jamie said...

I really had fun with this one. Mine will go up tomorrow.

carol g said...

I do so love both those movies/songs. hmmmmmmm... I'm thinking too... but I am still working on last week's that I haven't finished. Maybe I can put the 2 together. My brain hurts. Too much going on lately with Rich's surgery and a 10-day cruise coming up on Feb 11th. I'll let you know if the brain fart clears... ok?

maryt/theteach said...

Mine's up now. Hope you like it, Jamie! :)