Riddle me this!

[oldkicker]

Kim - my heart was going a mile a minute after that game! All of the parents stood up as one and yelled when the winning goal went in! it was quite a moment!

Hiya, Marsha! I betcha Tommy gets this one, no sweat! Happy Monday to you both!


Lars, that's a great idea! I don;t think my son will be making the trip - so that leaves my two DD's. They will be 9 and 15 by the time we go!

 

[Lars624]

Oh Good Point Bernie!!!
By the time we go they'll be
DS14, DD14 & DS7

 

[oldkicker]

Nancy!
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Suzy Mouse!
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<center>Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and he wan' go home
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and he wan' go home

Work all night on a drink a'rum
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Stack banana till thee morning come
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Day, he say day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day

(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

A beautiful bunch a'ripe banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Hide thee deadly black tarantula
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Day, he say day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day

(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)

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[MerryPoppins]

This one took me a minute. Guess math isn't my thing on a Monday morning. PM sent.

 

[Snowwark]

LOL Bernie! What movie was that in, everyone was dancing around a room to it?

 

[oldkicker]

You did just fine, Merry!
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[oldkicker]

Kim - I remember that Day-O was in BeetleJuice! They were all tromping around to it!!

 

[oldkicker]

Beth!
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[Snowwark]

That's the one Bernie!

I have a Belafonte CD, and my Dad used to put that song on some Saturday mornings to wake us up. Perhaps that's what started my fondness for bananas....

 

[oldkicker]

That must have been fun as a kid, Kim.

I'd rip somebody's head off if they tried that on me today....(sweet innocent smiley here)

 

[Snowwark]

Hmmm....I'm seeing a negative aura there Bernie! lol..

 

[oldkicker]

Poohshoney!
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[oldkicker]

Sleep gets to be a much more serious thing at this stage of life, Kim....

 

[Boots]

Just sent in an answer. Sure do hope that everyone is having a good day!

 

[oldkicker]

Same to you, Boots!
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[helenabear]

I must have been tired because I realized I forgot to congratulate you Bernie on the season! That must have been one exciting game to watch though! They did do well so congrats to you and all of them

Carol, I sure hope that ring turns up soon!

Laura, no kids here... the closest would be the possibility of my DH coming

I must say y'all are cracking me up today with these songs and rhymes today! Now I have Day-O stuck in my head and that scene from Beetlejuice keeps running through my mind

 

[Baboo]

Len wanted to post this one this morning, but didn't have time.
It was just after dark when the truck started down
the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas.

He was a young driver,
just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
for everyone in that coal-scarred city
where children play without despair
in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John) .

He passed a sign that he should have seen,
saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
who was waiting at the journey's end.
He started down the two mile drop,
the curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
delights went through him.
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down.
But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
He said "Christ!"
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
riding on his fear-hunched back
was every one of those yellow green
I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
and Blue-Crossed seven people.
it was then he lost his head,
not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
And he slid for four hundred yards
along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

You know the man who told me about it on the bus,
as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania,
he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
and he said (and this is exactly what he said)
"Boy that sure must've been something.
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas.
Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds.
of Bananas. not no driver now. Just bananas!"

From Greatest Stories Live: Ending #1

Yes, we have no bananas,
We have no bananas today
(Spoken: And if that wasn't enough)
Yes, we have no bananas,
Bananas in Scranton, P A

From Greatest Stories Live: Ending #2:

A woman walks into her room where her child lies sleeping,
and when she sees his eyes are closed,
she sits there, silently weeping,
and though she lives in Scranton, Pennsylvania
She never ever eats ... Bananas
Not one of thirty thousand pounds .... of bananas



He often sings this when we're driving. Especially in hilly country!

 

[oldkicker]

Hey Baboo! Thank Len for that - I saw Harry Chapin do that live a couple of times!

Elaine - how could you be tired??? What were you doing all weekend???!!! LOL! LOL!