Monday, February 11, 2013

FLEE! FLY! FLO!: the Fe-M@il version








Flee!

(Flee!)
Flee Fly!
(FLee Fly!)
Flee Fly Flo!
(FLee Fly Flo!)
Fista!
(Fista!)
Cumala Cumala Cumala Fista
(Cumala Cumala Cumala Fista)
Oh nononono, (not) a vista
(Oh nononono, (not) ca vista)
Ennyminey desaminy punana warraminy
(Eeny meeney deci meeny oo na na walla meeny)
Yip belly wapum bapum bobo wa hipum

New Style New Style we got the new style,
Freestyle Meanwhile sister got it by a mile,
Lifestyle, girls smile, we can do it all the while.
Telephone dialing, rub-a-dub styling.

On a really cool tip, You can be a part of this trip
All you gotta do is this, I said, All you gotta do is this. 

(Ooooooooooooh!) Read my lips!

Cumala Cumala Cumala Fista
(Cumala Cumala Cumala Fista)
Oh nononono, (not) a vista
(Oh nononono, (not) ca vista)
Ennyminey desaminy punana warraminy
(Eeny meeney deci meeny oo na na walla meeny)
Yip belly wapum bapum bobo wa hipum

Watch me do it, you can do it this way
North and South and East and Westway
Monday to Sunday, gotta be a funday
We don't care what anyone's gonna say

On a really cool tip, You can be a part of this trip
All you gotta do is this, I said, All you gotta do is this.
All you gotta do is this, I said, All you gotta do is this.

Flee!
(Flee!)
Flee Fly!
(FLee Fly!)
Flee Fly Flo!
(FLee Fly Flo!)
Fista!
(Fista!)
Cumala Cumala Cumala Fista
(Cumala Cumala Cumala Fista)
Oh nononono, (not) a vista
(Oh nononono, (not) ca vista)
Ennyminey desaminy punana warraminy
(Eeny meeney deci meeny oo na na walla meeny)
Yip belly wapum bapum bobo wa hipum

Oooooooooooooooooooh! Re-fry this!



BLOGGER'S NOTE. It was only a matter of time until I found alternate versions of Flee Fly Flo. This is a great one, and I was all set to post a video of it as an example, when I read "subtitles" which said things like "fist my lips" and "don't fist your girl friend". As far as I can tell, fisting is a rather repugnant sexual practice which I don't associate with a wholesome, upbeat song like this one. So I didn't post it, then realized the subtitles were a hoax. Or at least I hope so. Maybe a dirty mondegreen, who knows.




Anyway! I found this other version, the original, which is pristine and has no mention of inserting bodily parts where the sun don't shine.  I like pop versions of these old things because it gives them an extended life in kids' minds. Immortality, if you will. The Clap-Clap song brought back to life my old "rubber dolly" rhyme, along with "three-six-nine, the goose drank wine," which for some reason reminds me of "down by the bay".

I also love the way the lyrics are set up, in word-sculptures, sort of like certain poems by Dylan Thomas (which I'll have to find. . . oh dear, there goes my afternoon).


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