Posted on 06/07/2010 11:56:20 PM PDT by raccoonradio
Found it.
It was played backwards, then that recording was played backwards. So it came out ......forwards.........sorta.......I guess....
DO THE CRUSHER
Raid!
Do the hammer lock! a-Do the hammer lock!
Raid! Do the hammer lock, you turkey necks!
Yeah, do the hammer lock! a-Do the hammer lock!
Everybody’s doing it
Raid!
Do the eye gouge! Yeah, do the eye gouge!
Raid! Do the eye gouge, you turkey necks!
Yeah, do the eye gouge! a-Do the eye gouge!
Everybody’s doing it
Raid!
Okay, you turkey necks, gather ‘round!
Raid! Let me show you how to do the Crusher
If you don’t learn it now, I’m gonna get you in the ring
Raid!
Okay, you take your fist and put it on your waist
And if you don’t, you’re gonna be a disgrace
And then you squeeze your partner’s head just below the face
Raid!
Do the Crusher! Do the Crusher!
Raid! Do the Crusher, you turkey necks!
Yeah, do the Crusher! a-Do the Crusher!
Everybody do it now!
Raid!
Cow Patty
From the badlands came the killer
He lived by the knife and the gun
He’d cut ya just for standin’
Shoot ya if ya tried to run
He was as big as a tree and did as he pleased
And everthing he did was bad
They said if ya was to kill him
You’d only make him mad
From the goodlands come the cowgirl
Patty was her name
She was hot on the trail of that killer
On a moped she called Flame
Cause the killer had killed her daddy
For spittin’ in the road
And you only had to kill her daddy once
To get that gal PO’d
(Chorus)
Yippee yay a Cow Patty
Yippee yay a Cow Patty
She rode in to town to find the man who killed her daddy
Yippee yay a Cow Patty
Killer hit town at day break
Ate the door off the local saloon
He started to drink
You could tell ne was thinkin’ they’ll be a showdown soon
Patty hit town in a cloud of dust
Old Flame was buzzin’ like a saw
And the whole town got as quiet as a church
When the killer stepped out for the draw
Forty shots rang out forty people fell
Patty and the killer missed each other
But they shot that town to hell
(Chorus)
Killer took a step toward Patty
Said it’s time I gunned you down
But he slipped in somethin’ that was layin in the street
And was shot fore he hit the ground
Yes the killer slipped
And it cost him his life
And Patty said as she roared out of town
You gotta watch your step
When you know the chips are down
(Chorus)
LOL!
And
“She’s got freckles on her
but she is nice...”
Irving ROFL!!
I remember that song, even though I didn’t quite know what gay meant!
I found the song about cannibalism. It was banned on every station.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGNdvKvbxYQ
Um, YUCK.
No more Screamin’ Jay Hawkins?
End of an era.
The Legendary Stardust Cowboy
Paralyzed!
Yep. There were many times I could not stay awake. Good times.
Man, that is weird. They did a wonderful, intricate job with that one. Of course, you could probably get the same effect by licking a recreational postage stamp and listening to the original. :-)
I also have fond memories of Machine Gun Kelly, Dave Hull-The Hullabalooer, the Round Brown Mound of Sound on the great Jazz station KBCA, and so many other LA radio stations.
Ed
JUNK FOOD JUNKIE - LARRY GROCE
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
White sugar don’t touch my lips
And my friends is always
Begging me to take them
On macrobiotic trips
Yes, they are
Oh, but at night I take out my strongbox
That I keep under lock and key
And I take it off to my closet
Where nobody else can see
I open that door so slowly
Take a peek up north and south
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie
And I pop it in my mouth
Yeah, in the daytime I’m Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good Lord, have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white yogurt
From my hand thrown pottery jar
And sippin’ a little hand pressed cider
With a carrot stick for dessert
And wiping my face
In a natural way
On the sleeve of my peasant shirt
Oh, yeah
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
And I’m all by myself
I work that combination
On my secret hideaway shelf
And I pull out some Fritos corn chips
Dr. Pepper and an Ole Moon Pie
Then I sit back in glorious expectation
Of a genuine junk food high
Oh yeah, in the daytime I’m Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good Lord, have pity on me
My friends down at the commune
They think I’m pretty neat
Oh, I don’t know nothing about arts and crafts
But I give ‘em all something to eat
I’m a friend to old Euell Gibbons
And I only eat homegrown spice
I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn
Filled up with my brown rice
Yes, I do
Oh, but folks lately I have been spotted
With a Big Mac on my breath
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders
With a face as white as death
I’m afraid someday they’ll find me
Just stretched out on my bed
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
In the daytime I’m Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good Lord, have pity on me
"Transfusion, transfusion
My red corpsuckles are in mass confusion
I'm never, never, never gonna speed again.
Pass the crimson to me Jimson!"
If you wanted weird, whacky obscure, Dr. Demento was one of the few places to find it. I discovered Saturday Night Live about the same time as Dr. Demento, both by accident and was immediately hooked because nobody was doing anything like that. It was on at about 1:00 a.m. in our market which made it even that more strange and wonderful
Now weird, whacky and obscure are only a mouse click away, which in a way makes it much more mundane. The good doctor was killed by the internet.
They’ve come and taken him away, oh no.
Somehow I missed this article, I found it while searching to see if this one had been posted yet:
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gF1F_pO4aSoN0amGMLl-Um9QNkLwD9GLLHT80
Dr. Demento leaving radio for the Internet
By JOHN ROGERS (AP) – 1 day ago
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