[HIDEK6]

Rap was around in the 20s.

Then they were called "patter songs."

"I'm a Ding-Dong-Daddy from Dumas," is a prime example.

[IDontLikeToPayTaxes]

Rap was around in the 20s.

Then they were called "patter songs."

"I'm a Ding-Dong-Daddy from Dumas," is a prime example.

LOL Learn something new every day I suppose!

[stayathomemom]

How about Gilbert and Sullivan?

[reasonisfaith]

"Rap was around in the 20s.
Then they were called 'patter songs.'
'I'm a Ding-Dong-Daddy from Dumas,' is a prime example."


I would say it's not rap's musical form that is losing popularity but the destructive cultural content of contemporary rap that is turning people off.

We certainly have Bill Cosby and of course black conservatives in general for leading in this direction.

[Fresh Wind]

http://www.ci.dumas.tx.us/legend.htm

Now, I know all, you all don't know who I is
Because I just got here today
My hometown is a little town
Way down Dixie way

Now, everybody down there from miles around
All calls me by my name
Now that I'm up here
In your big city
I sure wish you'd all do the same

Because I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
And you oughtta see me do my stuff
Why, I'm a clean cut fella
From Hohner's Corner
Ooh, you oughtta see me strut

I'm a paper cuttin' cutie
Got a gal called, Katy
She's a little, heavy lady
And I call her baby

I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
And you oughtta see me do my stuff
Yes, a ding dong daddy from Dumas
And you oughtta see me do my stuff

I'm a ping pong papa from Pitchfork Prairie
Oughtta see me strut

I'm a ding dong daddy
Got a whiz bang mama
She's a Bear Creek baby
And a whompous kitty

I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
And you oughtta see me do my stuff

-Instrumental Break-

Just a ding dong daddy from Dumas
Ooh, you oughtta see me do my stuff

I'm a cornpone popper
And an apple knocker
You oughtta see me strut
I'm a momma lovin' man
And I just left Mary
She's a big blonde baby
From Peanut Prairie

I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas now
And you oughtta see me do my stuff

-Instrumental Break-

Just a rinky dinky daddy from the Dumas
Who you'll see me doin' my stuff

I'm a peach pie papa
From Jackson's Holla
Ah, you oughtta see me strut

I'm a honey drippin' daddy
Got a hard-hearted baby
She's a sheep shakin' Sheba
And hallelujah!

I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
And you oughtta see me strut!

[MrB]

"I'm a Ding-Dong-Daddy from Dumas,"

And the "dumasses" just kept listening to it...

[Married with Children]

"I'm a Ding-Dong-Daddy..." it was all about sex and screwin' back then too????

[jimfree]

Rap was around in the 20s.

Then they were called "patter songs."

"I'm a Ding-Dong-Daddy from Dumas," is a prime example.

One of Mrs jimfree's friends once reminded us that square dance callers were the first rap singers.

[PA Engineer]

In the 1962 The Music Man production was a classic rap example. The train sequence "Rock Island" follows to the sounds and rythm of a train. This is still one of my favs today.

1st salesman: Cash for the merchandise, cash for the button hooks
3rd salesman: Cash for the cotton goods, cash for the hard goods
1st Salesman: Cash for the fancy goods
2nd salesman: cash for the noggins and the piggins and the frikins
3rd Salesman: Cash for the hogdhead, cask and demijohn. Cash for the crackers and the pickels and the flypaper
4th Salesman: Look whatayatalk. whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayataalk, whatayatalk?
5th Salesman: Weredayagitit?
4th Salesman: Whatayatalk?
1st Salesman: Ya can talk, ya can talk, ya can bicker ya can talk, ya can bicker, bicker bicker ya can talk all ya want but is different than it was.
Charlie: No it ain't, no it ain't, but ya gotta know the territory.
Rail car: Shh shh shh shh shh shh shh
3rd Salesman: Why it's the Model T Ford made the trouble, made the prople wanna go, wanna get, wanna get up and go seven eight , nine, ten, twelve, fourteen, twent-two, twenty-three milew to the county seat
1st Salesman: Yes sir, yes sir
3rd Salesman: Who's gonna patronize a little bitty two by four kinda store anymore?
4th Salesman: Whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk.
5th Salesman: Where do you get it?
3rd Salesman: Gone, gone
Gone with the hogshead cask and demijohn, gone with the sugar barrel, pickel barrel, milk pan, gone with the tub and the pail and the fierce
2nd Salesman: Ever meet a fellow by the name of Hill?
1st Salesman: Hill?
Charlie: Hill?
3rd Salesman: Hill?
4th Salesman: Hill?
1st Newspaper Hill?
2nd Newspaper: Hill?
5th Salesman: Hill?
2nd Salesman: Hill?
All but Charlie and 2nd Salesman: NO!
4th Salesman: Never heard of any salesman Hill
2nd Salesman: Now he dosen't know the territory
1st Salesman: Dosen't know the territory?!?
3rd Salesman: Whats the fellows line?
2nd Salesman: Never worries bout his line
1st Salesman: Never worries bout his line?!?
2nd Salesman: Or a doggone thing. He's just a bang beat, bell ringing, Big haul, great go, neck or nothin, rip roarin, every time a bull's eye salesman. Thats Professor Harold Hill, Harold Hill
3rd Salesman: What's the fellows line?
5th Salesman: Whats his line?
Charlie: He's a fake, and he dosen't know the territory!
4th Salesman: Look, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddaystalk?
2nd Saleman: He's a music man
1st Salesman: He's a what?
3rd Salesman: He's a what?
2nd Salesman: He's a music man and he sells clarinets to the kids in the town with the big trombones and the rat-a-tat drums, big barass bass, big brass bass, and the piccolo, the piccolo with uniforms, too with a shiny gold braid on the coat and a big red stripe runnin . . .
1st Salesman: Well, I don't know much about bands but I do know you can't make a living selling big trombones, no sir. Mandolin picks, perhaps and here and there a Jew's harp ...
2nd Salesman: No, the fellow sells bands, Boys bands. I don't know how he does it but he lives like a king and he dallies and he gathers and he plucks and shines and when the man dances, certinely boys, what else? The piper pays him! Yes sir ,yes sir,yes sir, yes sir, when the man dances, certinely boys, what else?The piper pays him! Yessssir, Yessssir
Charlie: But he dosen't know the territory!

[antisocial]

""I'm a Ding-Dong-Daddy from Dumas," is a prime example."

I never realized Rap(patter) had catchey melodies such as the above.

[Moonman62]

"I'm a Ding-Dong-Daddy from Dumas," is a prime example.

That explains the picture of a Ding-Dong Daddy in Dumas I saw after they had the tornado there the other day.

[Poser]

Hmm... and I thought Bob Dylan invented rap. Go figure! People have been chanting for centuries. Perhaps it was Gregorian monks who invented rap.

[ItsForTheChildren]

Rap was around in the 20s.

Then they were called "patter songs."

"I'm a Ding-Dong-Daddy from Dumas," is a prime example.

Yeah, but Ding-Dong-Daddy didn't bus' a cap in anybody's azz, did he?

[BigSkyFreeper]

Rap was around in the 20s.

That was called an "influence". Every artist in every genre has them.

[NotJustAnotherPrettyFace]

The song “Trouble” chanted by Harold Hill in “The Music Man” is “rap”.