June 07, 2004
SING FOR PHILLIP
Distressed over inadequate Australian place-name representation in modern song, Phillip Adams demands action:
What about my home town? Gundy. Population 150, Gundy needs and deserves a song of its own.
Inspiration has struck: If you visit Gundy on a Mundy / You’ll want to stay till Sundy.
I reckon you can do better. Post or e-mail us your own Aussie namecheck lyrics. We’ll publish the best of the bunch – and get the nation singing!
Hooray! Let’s try to help. I’m a white-hot Muslim fundy / I won’t partake of Bundy / I’m headed up to Gundy / Where I won’t be ... er ... shunned-y ... ? / Phillip Adams is rotundy
This would be a lot easier if Adams lived in Hunt.
Posted by Tim Blair at June 7, 2004 07:01 AMI bet you Phillip Adams really lives in a place called "Toopid Gat Pit"
Posted by: Quentin George at June 7, 2004 at 08:15 AMPhillip Adams is an Aussie / Who makes me feel so nausey / He lives in the town called Hunt / that cunt I would like to punt?
Posted by: Oktober at June 7, 2004 at 08:39 AMDown from the Hunter Valley,
Swinish of eye and big of belly,
Terminal stropper Phat Phil
Caterwauled 'til quite ill,
"Stay out of my dunny alley!"
On the banks of the Pages,
Where the pig creature rages,
You'll find the reminder
Of a filthy groin grinder
That dementia advances by stages
Oh in Wee Waa
They don't watch "Hee Haw"
Or say "Meemaw"
'Least not that we saw
Oh in the town of Mudgee
They get a little pudgy
Because they all eat fudge-y
Made from Mudgee honey
(there you go, Mudgee, free advertising jingle)
Oh if you go to Maroubra
Sporting an Akubra
The townsfolk there
will point and stare
And say, "What a rube, ya!"
Oh, how I miss beautiful Coonabarabranshire
*pant* *gasp* *breathe*
(I'm sorry Tim, I realize this has nothing to do with mocking Adams or terrorists, but these rhymes wouldn't leave me alone until I polluted your site with them. Feel free to replace the pronouns with "Phillip Adams", if you like.)
Posted by: Angie Schultz at June 7, 2004 at 09:08 AMAngie, you've just mentioned a number of towns that my Dad and his brothers have lived in over the years.
Unfortunately, most Aussies don't know where they are or how to pronounce 2 of them.
PS - the bloke wearing an Akubra in Maroubra nust be a tourist.
Posted by: DaveACT at June 7, 2004 at 09:50 AMBecause I'm fundamentalist
You'll find I'm very rarely pissed
I never get out on the grog
Or wear tight lycra when I jog
I make my girlfriend wear a sheet
Despite Australia's stinking heat
With bombs and knives I'll go beserk
And my mate Phillip will praise my work
Ha! is would be a lot easier if Adams lived in Hunt.
Hmmm,
By the time it is mundy, there is more tripe from that git from Gundy, larger porkies than the fat fellow's undies,so much plagarism and self-congratulation its not fundy.
Posted by: nic at June 7, 2004 at 11:07 AMI'm A big fat prick from up the Mallee,
but now I haunt the Hunter Valley,
I sponge off the taxpayer,
From all over Orstraya,
I'm really a shit but twice as smelly.
Being such a staunch defender of Australian culture, Fat Boy must have been in a feeding frenzy for all of 1974, otherwise he would surely have noticed that virtually all of Skyhooks first album Living In The Seventies was about Melbourne and parts thereof.
Posted by: Habib at June 7, 2004 at 11:45 AM(Sung to the tune of "The Old Settler.")
I'm a red-hot skank Muslim fundy
Ready to blow for the jihad true
I'd blow up my bomb belt in Gundy
But in that town there's nary a Jew.
I'll go off to Sydney or Melbourne
Where there are jihad targets galore
And no true jihadi will ever spurn
Killing women and babes by the score.
> Distressed over inadequate Australian place-name representation in modern song,
John Williamson ``Tubbo Station'' ``Mallee Boy'' ``Cootamundra Wattle'' ``Sydney 2000'' ``Murrumbidgee Madness'' ``Hawkesbury River Lovin'' ``Coober Pedy'' ``Welcome All to Broome'' ``Sail the Nullabor''
Posted by: Ron Hardin at June 7, 2004 at 12:15 PMFrom 45-rpm :
Tommy Leonetti: A vocalist who found fame in Sydney, Australia running a TV chat show during the late 1960s. He is well known there for a song he wrote and recorded called "My City of Sydney" which was played on one channel every night with a film clip to close the transmission. He did for Sydney what Tony Bennett did for SanFrancisco. Leonetti died from cancer in the early 1980's. (Info supplied by Steve Walker of Sydney).I've always had a soft spot for Tommy Leonetti since I appeared with him on 'The Tommy Leonetti Show' (a variety show rather than a chat one) in 1969. Along with the former head of the AMA, Karyn Phelps.
Yes, it's the same Tommy Leonetti who played a minor role in 'Gomer Pyle, USMC'.
Some of the song's lyrics :
My city of Sydney,
I miss the warmth of you.
Miss the heart of your people,
That little church steeple in Woolloomooloo.
My city of Sydney,
I miss your glow at dark.
Miss the Opera House lights from the Bridge
And the nights in a quiet Hyde Park.
Though I'm thousands of miles from the surfers and smiles,
Of your laugh-loving children at play,
My warm city of Sydney,
I've never been away.
From Lisa's Story :
This is a city of quaint little bits, of kitsch of things kept alongside the modern steel and glass frontages. Places where you want to stop. A city where one of the most spectacular views of the harbour is from Circular Quay railway platform. A city where you can hire an island in the harbour for four dollars and look back at the skyline as though it is a cut out, with sail boats racing around bobbing markers. This is a city where once the close of broadcast sign-off for TV was the My City of Sydney song. We all knew the words as art students in the eighties.But obviously not the Ossified Adams. Or maybe he does, just that it wouldn't fit the point he was trying to make, so like many an inconvenient fact, he omits it.
Posted by: Alan E Brain at June 7, 2004 at 12:34 PM
150 people and all of them cousins. Explains much about Adams.
DaveACT --- Well, I've never been to Wee Waa (to see if they have see saw---oops, sorry), but I've been to the others.
Distressed over inadequate Australian place-name representation in modern song...
What about "I've Been Everywhere"? (Scroll down to the Rolf Harris section.)
...Coober Pedy...
I've been there, man.
Posted by: Angie Schultz at June 7, 2004 at 02:18 PMNew Hendrik Hertberg leader in latest New Yorker looks just right for hoovering by Cunt and Paste. About God and Bush. What more could C+P need?
Posted by: Yosemite Sam at June 7, 2004 at 03:00 PMI was wondering what happened to our villiage idiot.....
Posted by: A resident of Gundy at June 7, 2004 at 03:12 PMCap'n Matchbox: "Wangaratta Wahine"
The Reels: "Dubbo a Go Go"
Austin Tayshus: "Australiana"
Things of Stone & Wood: "Happy Birthday Helen" (aka "Running Out of Melbourne Cliches")
(Nice to see Phatty in fine name-dropping form: "my old cobber Peter Allen".)
Maybe I'm old, but is no one going to do a riff on "Never on Sunday?" "Never in Gundy?'
Posted by: richard mcenroe at June 8, 2004 at 02:09 AMSee my comment in today's "Australian" letters www.theaustralian.com.au
Posted by: EvilDan at June 8, 2004 at 09:48 AMI hail from fair Sydney
with short hair to mid-knee
Bush kicked Latham's kidney
and really hurt the feelings of sensitive nationalistic lefty Aussies
didn' he?
Posted by: kangaroo kickboxer at June 8, 2004 at 12:54 PMWeddings Parties Anything
"Under the clocks"
Hey, hey, I see a Melbourne girl on a rusty Malvern Star,
Through the spastic Northcote streets at dawn
See the way her hair's tied back,
Her cheeks so red, a grey coat ragged and worn.
Picture this, a paper boy,
He stands outside a Collingwood hotel
On his back black and white,
He hums a tune I've learnt to hate so well.
But oh oh, won't you meet me
Under the clocks, we'll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time.
Well I'll tell you what, it's such a lark,
We'll take a walk down Fawkner Park
And check the health fanatics,
See them, they go jogging there.
Could buy some chips, a piece of flake,
Drive down and eat them by the lake,
I know a shop in Chapel Street
Where nothing could compare.
But oh oh, won't you meet me
Under the clocks, we'll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time.
We could find a pub where it is warm,
Study up our racing form,
Hit the TAB, we'll blow our money there, tell me this -
Is there anywhere you'd rather be
Than with me at the MCG,
And if the Saints get done again,
By Christ, I couldn't care.
But oh oh, won't you meet me
Under the clocks, we'll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time.
In the Winter time, in the Winter time
In the Winter time, brrr
How about Paul Kelly?
“From St Kilda to Kings Cross”
“Leaps and Bounds” (I’m high on a hill, looking over the bridge, to the MCG)
“When I first met your Ma” (I walked 2 miles in Melbourne rain / but I could have walked 10 more)
“Sydney from a 727”
“Maralinga”
Or Graham Connors?
“Sunset Bay”
“Let the canefields burn”
Icehouse?
“Great Southern Land”
Brent Parlane?
“Tex loves Daisy” (I can see you now / St Kilda Pier / Wind in your hair and it’s raining)
And who could forget (except me a minute ago) the Top End?
Hoodoo Gurus
“Tojo” (She said Tojo / Never made it to Darwin)
Bill & Boyd
“Santa never made it into Darwin”
Does anyone remember the Johnny O'Keefe song "Twistin' Australia Way", his cover of Twisting USA?
In the song he rattles off all these places where Australians are doing the Twist.
Posted by: Rick Hiebert at June 10, 2004 at 05:58 PM