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

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FRIDAY NITE (THE NEIGHBORHOOD MOVIE THEATERS OF NEW ORLEANS) (B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI Friday Nite. Where’d ja go? Talk about the drugstore and the neighborhood show Friday Nite, ya mama’s cookin fish-sticks Friday Nite, callin all ya side-kicks Friday Nite. Where’d Uptown go? K&B’s drugstore and the Happyhour show! Coliseum, National, Napoleon, Popla Mecca, Gallo, Fine Arts, Granada Lincoln, Laurel, Roxy, Prytania Walk in the Garden and the screen’s in the back’a ya’ We don’t need no drive-in speakers Hangin on the window lettin in mosquitos We don’t need no all-star cast We ain’t goin Downtown, we ain’t hi-class It’s just Gentilly, butcha betta be good ’Cause the Fox and the Tiger’s by Gentilly Woods Kenilworth Cinema, Peacock show The Plaza, the Pitt, Luigi’s, Taco-Tico Nico’s, Zeros, Jujubes, Step right up say, “One child, please.” Friday Nite, ya mama’s cookin fish-sticks Friday Nite, callin all ya side-kicks Friday Nite. Where’d Metry go? Zesto’s ice cream, and the Areon show! Lakeside One-Two, the Jeff, Arrow The Metry, Grand, Joy’s, the Patio Galleria, Rivertown, Rocky Horror, Sena Mall Cinema 8, Esplanade, pretty much seen all a ya’ll (Bridge) We don’t need no. . . Dreamland, Happyland, Pics, and the Town De’ruin’s, Famous, Delta, and the Crown The Arabi, the Violet, the Bijou on Poland The Dolla’ Show’s a dollar. And Gawd bless the Nola Frost Top root beer, one to go Cross the street to the Arabi show Friday Nite, ya mama’s cookin fish-sticks Friday Nite, callin all ya side-kicks Friday Nite. Where’d Lakeview go? Harrison Drugstore and the Lakeview show! They had the Lakeview, the Beacon, the Robert E. Lee That’s all they had?! Yep, just those three But the Carrollton, Cortez, Ashton, Imperial Right in Mid City by the Bell, and Escorial (Bridge) We don’t need no. . . Circle, Delta, Rivoli-Ravolee Isis, Gaiety, Tivoli-Tavolee The Clabon’s gone, the Carver ain’t around And the I-10’s up on the neutral ground King Creole, The Shrinking Man Tammy, Gidget, Yosemite Sam Friday Nite, ya mama’s cookin fish-sticks Friday Nite, callin all ya side-kicks Friday Nite. Where’d the Westbank go? Abalon Theatre, R-N-O Late Show! Gordon, Gem, Oakwood, Hollywood Royal, Beverly, Westside, Folly Would ja’ go to the Algy, Hut to the Tower? All gone, nada, like the Belle Promanad’a Friday Nite, the Lake and the Star Friday Nite, over on the Northshore Friday Nite. If we all could still go Friday Nite. To ya neighborhood show. . . .
GARBAGE NITE (B. Antin) ©Anzel Anzel, BMI “OK, all you coolest of cats and ladies. Direct from a three night gig at Martin Brothers on St. Claude, with tonight’s first recitation is ‘Benny Bartlow and The Existential Lucky Dog Trio.’Go ahead, Benny. Make us one-with-everything. . .” South from the mouth of the Orleans Canal all the way to Avondale Homes Brave young men walk into the dark down to the curb all alone Some start at seven, others later, eleven and probably for the rest of their lives On a job they must keep, twice every week on accounta’ it’s Garbage Nite Before halogen lighting, before recycling when trash cans had rust and dents Garbage had class, Coke bottles were glass their deposit worth all of two cents No rubber-made cans with slots for your hands no neutral colors, no wheels And when drug on cement,they howled in discontent A real man’s garbage can made of steel (Very-cool, be-bop chorus) A no-special-knowledge or community college job for the rest of your life Show you’re a man. Drag out them cans, on accounta’ it’s Garbage Nite Now the bags could be drastic, not yet made of plastic, just grocery bags, paper, light brown And they were super-absorbent. That sounds real important, but not when you’ve got hot coffee grounds The KB bags were purple, but still never worked till you’d double’em up the small to the largest. They smelled drug-store clean, but burst at the seam KB bags was no place for garbage So, ya gotta’ think fast. Set that bag down in the grass, but the grass is all wet, oh, that’s wrong. Out comes old TV dinners, and used up creme-rinses now you got garbage all over the lawn Fish-sticks, Air-wicks, a Classic Comic “Moby Dick,” burned up Easy Pop popcorn, And it’s startin to smell like oyster-shell-hell bad as West End on Saturday mornin (Very-cool, be-bop chorus) Then you got roaches big as Greyhound coaches, the smart ones that run, jump, and fly Can you feel the pressure? They’re comin to get’cha’ You can hear ’em in a small box of Tide OK, you roaches. This here’s buenos noches, I’m packin a can of Gulf-Spray Then blast ’em up plenty, they’re holed up in a empty half-gallon of Gallo Tokay Though you feel like the Loan Ranger, ’cause these hombres are dangerous, there’s a yell through the back window fan, “Hey, that’s for the mosquitoes - now they all gonna eat us Don’t waste no Gulf-Spray in them old garbage cans” (Very-cool, be-bop chorus) One more time! (Very-very cool, be-bop chorus, with “bop- bop-ba’-dee-dot” lyrics) Well, now it’s way past twenty, past forty was plenty, past fifty years takin out the trash Down the alley, out front, in the back, where ever you want it. I’ll step in and give it a smash And to you who entrusted those first dented and rusted garbage cans into my young hands If it’s Garbage Nite. . .Yeah, ya rite. . . I’m still your Garbage Man (Very-very-very cool “bop-bop-ba’-dee-dot” slowswing chorus) On accounta’ it’s Garbage Nite. . .yeahhhh
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