AIN'T DERE NO MORE - PART 2 - Benny Grunch & The Bunch

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I read that Harry Lee was the chauffera, Waitin outside for Operha She was chowin down at Sal ‘n Sams, With Elvis and a alien (Metairie, Metairie...chorus) Metry Lawn O Metry Lawn, Great place to go when you are gone By the end of I-610, Right there by your Mamma,n Nem That’s where I’ll take my final bow, But maybe not just right right now (Metairie, Metairie...chorus) Metairie, Metairie; 834- and 833- Sorry you caught termites in your trees, But I still like Metry Metairie, Metairie; Where ya’ hardly never ever freeze But when I got my allergies, I can still say Metry I just say Metry; Me, I say Metry NORRIS THE NOCTURNAL NUTRIA (Benny “Grunch” Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI Norris was a Nutria Who could not get to sleep Playin on the lawn all night long At #3 Cypress Tree Norris thought he was way too big To stay on his own front lawn He swam in the dark to West End Park And tunneled into a restaurant Momma and Daddy sat Norris down With his pals on the nutrial-ground Hey it’s Christmas time, if you’re not gonna sweat it Layin wide awake in the nest ain’t gonna get it Every kid who grows, Santa knows Every time they sleep and eat If you can’t find sheep, ya better count Jeeps Or try warm milk with Nutria Sweet, they said Norris, you’re a Nocturnal Nutria Norris, don’t know what we’re gonna do witcha’ Norris, better think about your futura You and all your pals, out in the canals Swimmin after dark at West End Park We don’t know where you’re goin We don’t know where you been But Santa don’t come till you’re really tucked in Norris at bed time Christmas Eve Made a stretch, did some yawns Set the alarm, put his jammies on Brushed his teeth till they were nice and orange Norris wrote a Santa note He wants a watch, a soccer ball A jet-ski boat so he can float In Reverse and Drive and Nutrial Poor little Norris gotta be nocturnal Sittin up in bed with the Ladies Home Journal Tried CNN, elevator-FM That’s when he thought he heard Santa come in It was just a frog on the living room log Santa stopped to take his pill ‘Fore he had to tromp through the whole wide swamp Santa fell asleep at the Bar & Grill (Norris chorus) (West-End chorus) Now it’s light of day, check out Santa’s sleigh It’s full of dings from the parking lot And Mrs. Clause don’t like no bars But Santa knew he had to make on more stop So not it’s mornin, Norris is snoring Santa looked at his lap-top screen Norris didn’t pout, he kinda watched out Guess I’ll go ahead and leave him everything, he said Norris, you’re a Nocturnal Nutria Norris, don’t know what we’re gonna do witch Norris, this is what I got for ya
A night-time pass to the Sno-Ball Stand An underwater watch with an alligator band Gotcha soccer ball, no jet-ski yet But here’s a little nutria size bullet proof vest (Norris chorus) (West-End chorus) O LITTLE TOWN OF DESTREHAN (Benny “Grunch” Antin)© Anzel Anzel, BMI O Little Town of Destrehan You’re still just about three miles From end to end where I-310 Has large and small reptiles Yet way out on the Interstate There’s everlasting light It’s gas they blow from Shell Norco You see it every night Plantations grand, O there they stand The stuff they used to grow Was southern-fried and quick freeze-dried Two centuries ago If you’re too poor to take a tour And don’t have time to wait Try new Sarpy’s US Post Office Seven double-O Seven Eight Yes…they, really jam in Destrehan But that’s not all there is Ormand Estates’ a real great place To bring up all your kids And in the dark you’ll find it If it’s late don’t make a sound ‘Cause they’ve got class and lots of cash So they get a neutral-ground There’s Pakistan and Big Cheyenne Rio Grande and Bantustan Harahan to Tammany And Clarence Frogman Henry But if you get lost in Destrehan And don’t know where you are Take a right at any light But don’t get out your car If something dark and slimy With teeth is in your seat You did just fine, you’re on Airline In the swamp across the street So good night, little Destrehan Give us a big go-cup We gave away the mosquito spray And the kids are all bit up But guess who’s going on a cruise Before we get to old To Disneyland of Afghanistan Which ever one’s not closed Guess I’ll never see Afghanistan It it ain’ on River Road. OVER BY YOUR MAMA’N NEM (B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI In the summer we’d wait on the screen porch For the song that the ice cream truck played Run getcha nickels, to buy ya popsicles Sometimes he’d pass twice a day Then we would drag chairs out on the front lawn, The metal ones that were round on the back Sometimes they’d be yellow, now they’re just rusty metal The sidewalk had grass through the cracks Over By Your Mama’n Nem, Over By Your Mama’n Nem You wish you could go, butcha can’t no more Over By Your Mama’n Nem Remember how ya took lotsa buses And ya probably never been on a plane Did’ja start some vacations at the Greyhound Station Your relatives came down on the train Did your uncle pull up in his big car The dashboard was covered with chrome The radio stations had autolocations Hard to believe they’re all gone (Chorus)
Page 1 and 2: BENNY GRUNCH & THE BUNCH - SONG LYR
Page 3 and 4: AIN’T DERE NO MORE - PART 2 (Benn
Page 5 and 6: I said there ain’t no - No place
Page 7 and 8: I coulda been in Plaquemines, filli
Page 9 and 10: GARBAGE NITE (B. Antin) ©Anzel Anz
Page 11 and 12: a lotta money, I’m gonna sell my
Page 13: The Star, The Insider, The National
Page 17 and 18: And the Road Home check is in the m
Page 19 and 20: and he goes to get in line Everybod
Page 21 and 22: BOOGIE WOOGIE SING ALONG FLAVOR SON

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