Saturday, November 17, 2012

Post#11 an annual song for election day in november

I reworded this round robin for all to sing whenver a general election is imminent....


A tribute to Our Statewide Elections from the Garwood Senior’s Club:
Go and Vote Song

Sung to the tune of “Row, row, row your boat” (xxxxxx)-music by xxxxx
Lyrics by Bruce Paterson, Garwood, NJ       10/20/11
 
Go, go, go and vote
Push the lever down
Democrat, republican choice
Whatta bunch a clowns!
 
(now try a round robin where one side of the room starts singing and the other half chimes in half way through)
 
Go, go, go and vote
Push the lever down
Democrat, republican choice
Whatta bunch a clowns!

Post# 10 East side west side all around garwood...sept 2011

In September of 2011, after the summer break, we wrote some more songs to tide over the rest of the year. The previous post song was sung in the October 2011 senior club mtg. And this song was to be sung in the November 2011 senior meeting. However, right in the beginning of November, I was hired at a new job. Unfortunatley i then couldnt attend the noontime senior meetings. I gave this prematurely to a member to bring to the club to sing but they didnt get around to doing it. Oh, well, thats it until I retire I guess. My songwriting days are over.

A tribute to All around Garwood from the Garwood Senior’s Club

North Side, South side

Sung to the tune of “The Sidewalks of New York”
(music starts-east side west side all around the town)– music by Blake & Lawlor 1890      Rewritten Lyrics by Bruce Paterson, Garwood, NJ   10 / 20 /11

(intro music by Gene)

North side, south side
We’re a tiny town
You walk around the whole outside
And we’re near a mile around

Your hat blows off on center
It lands smack dab onto East.
You stop to talk to the neighbors
So you don’t mind in the least.


Uptown, Downtown
They’re a block apart
If you don’t find it while at Shop Rite
You can get one in Pathmark

The train cars come a’rumblin
But if the passengers blink
They’ll miss that ol’ Garwood trainstop
As it passes by in a wink.


North side, south side
We’re a tiny town
You walk around the whole outside
And we’re near a mile around

On Hazel you’ll be sneezin’
From Third, you’ll hear “God bless you”
We may be a small tiny boro
But we love it thru and thru.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Post #9 Hot Time in Garwood Tonight september 2011

upcoming for the september GW senior club mtg:

A tribute to Garwood, One Heck of a Town from the GW Senior’s Club

They’ll be a Hot Time in Garwood Tonite
Sung to the tune of “Hot Time in the Ol’ Town Tonight”– ragtime music by Ted Metz, 1896
Rewritten Lyrics by Bruce Paterson, Garwood, NJ 6/14 /11


(intro music by Gene)Oh, Out from
Chinchar’s bar, the laughing can be heard
And from Mister B’s, the chirping of the birds
And Down from Old St Paul’s, there comes the spoken word
There’ll be a hot time in Garwood tonight!
At all our
Laundromats, the tumbling of the clothes
And there at Starry Night, it’s dancing toe to toe
And go to Home Depot, its better than a Lowe’s
There’ll be a hot time in Garwood tonight!

(Harmonica and kazoo interlude…….)
Head off to
Frosty Freeze and get a chocolate shake
Or to the Sugar Shack, and buy some tasty cake
And go to Robert’s Grille and order up a steak
There’ll be a hot time in Garwood tonight!
Well, Here in
Ol’ Garwood, no excitement do we lack
If it’s just too darn much, it can give you an attack
Still we can all sit back, and feel oh so relaxed
There’ll be a hot time in Garwood tonight! (repeat)
There’ll be a hot time in Garwood tonight!

Friday, June 3, 2011

Post #8 Oh When the Chief Retires in June- June 2011

Upcoming in the june 16th meeting.... will be accompanied by Kazoos and harmonica...maybe even everybody will be up and marching in line....we'll see.

A tribute to Chief Legg from the Garwood Senior’s Club

When The Chief, Retires in June
Sung to the tune of “The Saints go Marching in” (Oh when those saints go marching in!)– music by “unknown American gospel
Lyrics by Bruce Paterson, Garwood, NJ 5/5/11


Oh when the Chief, retires in June
Police Chief Legg is leaving soon
For 32 years he served this boro
And that is why we sing this tune.
So to the Chief, we bid farewell
The job you did was really swell.
You sure deserve this long vacation
So you can finally rest a spell.

(Kazoo and harmonica interlude)…………
(All get up to sing this last stanza)
So when the Chief,
..........(Echo) So when the Chief,
Retires in June,
..........(Echo) Retires in June,
The Good Chief Legg is leaving soon
For 32 years he served this boro
And that is why we sing this tune.

(repeat last stanza if we have the energy!)

Post #7 Mother May 2011

In the first meeting of May, the club sang a tribute to all the mom's in the club and everywhere else. As an aside when Kris and I took my mom and the family out to the Lighthouse restaurant in Jackson we brought copies of the song, passed them out to all the tables in the restaurant and everyone in the restaurant sang to thier mom, including the owner, the waitresses and the chef.

A tribute to Moms Everywhere from the Garwood Senior’s Club

M-O-T-H-E-R

~ Lyrics by Howard Johnson and music by Theodore Morse ~
1915

"M" is for the million things she gave me,

"O" means only that she's growing old,

"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,

"H" is for her heart of purest gold;

"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,

"R" means right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"

A word that means the world to me.....................

Monday, May 23, 2011

Post #6 This Town is our Town Song May 2011

For the May 19th, 2011 Garwood Seniors Club meeting, the club sang this song. Gene even knew it on his harmonica.

A tribute to Our Town from the Garwood Senior’s Club


This Town is our Town

Sung to the tune of “This Land is your Land” – music by Woody Guthrie
Lyrics by Bruce Paterson, Garwood, NJ 4/ 21 /11

This Garwood’s your town; This Garwood’s my town
From Unami’s dogwoods to the Hartman playground
To the boro’s byways, and to the Gar- wood brook;
This town is made for you and me.


As I was walking the streets of Garwood
I stopped at Shop Rite and bought some good food.
A dunkin donut creates a goo-ood mood.
This town was made for you and me.

This Garwood’s your town; This Garwood’s my town
From Unami’s dogwoods to the Hartman playground
To the boro’s byways, and to the Gar- wood brook;
This town is made for you and me.


While walking on Cedar, and dodging speeders
We know we’re neater and a state-wide leader.
It’s just no contest, we like our bo-ro best.
This town was made for you and me.

This Garwood’s your town; This Garwood’s my town
From Unami’s dogwoods to the Hartman playground
To the boro’s byways, and to the Gar- wood brook;
This town is made for you and me.
(Repeat last line)
This town is made for you and me.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Post #5 I am a Garwood Senior song April 2011

A tribute to Garwood Seniors from the Garwood Senior’s Club:

This was a great song, rousing. I brought a bunch of kazoos from the dollar store and passed them out. Odd but not many seniors knew how to Kazoo. One senior asked if this instrument was teh same as tissue paper over a comb. Yes it is, and that brought back memories from when i was in kindergarten. We made them.

Oh! I Am a Garwood Senior
Sung to the tune of “McNamara’s Band” (me name is mcnamara, I’m the leader of the band)-music by O’Connor & Stanford

Lyrics by Bruce Paterson, Garwood, NJ 3/20/11


Oh,
I am a Garwood Senior; I’ve been living here since when
Ol’ Harry T was president and maybe before then.
Our house cost 7 thousand and our taxes half a grand
I know those were the good ol’ days we thought it'd never end.

(Chorus)………
OH!
The Thatcher smoked, Aeolian broke, and Center Street was flat
The Oakland house, a nickel beer, we need no more than that.
Our telephone line was called Sunset 9, your neighbors called to chat.
North Avenue, on a Saturday, you heard the baseball bat.


Our kids went off to Franklin School or Washington to learn,
Or Viet Nam if older then, the communists must burn.
Monsignor Walsh’s model T, the handle he did crank
Bud Leonard held the judges bench and troubled kids he spanked.

(Kazoo and Harmonica interlude).........
(Chorus)………
OH!
The Thatcher smoked, Aeolian broke, and Center Street was flat
The Oakland house, a nickel beer, we need no more than that.
Our telephone line was called Sunset 9, your neighbors called to chat.
North Avenue, on a Saturday, you heard the baseball bat.


We're in the year two thousands and we're happy in our prime.
The things that cost a dollar, well they used to cost a dime
And we meet each second thursday at the Garwood Seniors Club
And talk about how Garwood was the great industrial hub.

(Chorus)………
OH!
The Thatcher smoked, Aeolian broke, and Center Street was flat
The Oakland house, a nickel beer, we need no more than that.
Our telephone line was called Sunset 9, your neighbors called to chat.
North Avenue, on a Saturday, you heard the baseball bat.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Post #4 Beautiful Garwood Song March 2011

A tribute to Garwood from the Garwood Senior’s Club:

Beautiful Garwood
Sung to the tune of “Beautiful Dreamer” (Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me)-music by Stephen Foster
Lyrics by Bruce Paterson, Garwood, NJ 3/10/11

Beautiful Garwood,
Small Town, Big Heart.
You’re always on my mind when we’re apart.

Travels may take me
To places somewhere.
T’Our humble boro they just can’t compare.

(Dame Henrietta- Soloist)…………

Tucked between Cranford
And Westfield nearby
Our fondness for Garwood brings tears to our eye

(All together again)…….
Beautiful Garwood
Green trees surround
People like you and I grace this great town…(repeat last line)…
People like you and I grace this great town.

Post #3 The DPW March February 2011

Background: the winter of 2010/2011 was one on the worst in recent history, something like total of 10 feet of snow fell in around 7 snow falls. The DPW was there everytime and did a great job, really! It was only fitting to have the seniors sing a song of tribute. We invited the DPW crew to attend the seniors meeting thursday 2/24/11, 5 men showed up and the club, along with the new Mayor who dropped by, sang our hearts out.

A singing tribute to the DPW boys from the Garwood Senior’s Club:

The DPW March

Sung to the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” (Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord)
Lyrics by Bruce Paterson, Garwood, NJ 2/12/11


Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the plow.
They have pushed away the snowdrifts, made the streets quite clear somehow.
Oh! I can back my car out, and go food-shopping right now
We have those boys to thank!

Glory! Glory! D. P. W.
Thanks to Fred and Jeff’s hard working crew
Bills, Pete, Lenny, Glen and Richie too.
Give Thanks for all they do.

(2nd verse)

(*Just Patsy sings) The underpass at Center Street, one icy mess that night
(*Bruce sings) The Public Works showed up in force and cleaned that icy site.
(*Hank sings) And Mother Nature cowers back from their united might.
(*ALL sing) We have those boys to thank!

Glory! Glory! D. P. W.
Thanks to Fred and Jeff’s hard working crew
Bills, Pete, Lenny, Glen and Richie too.
Give Thanks for all they do.

Post #2 The American Geriatric Anthem January 2011

Background: I belong to the Garwood Seniors Club, (how about that). It came about during one year that the club dropped the age criteria to join from 62 to 55 yo. I, along with ex-Mayor McCarthy, joined. They hoped to get younger members but only got 2 since everyone in our age bracket still works and the meetings take place at noon. The next year they raised it back to 62, but Dennis and I are "grandfathered in" (pun intended). In last November's seniors mtg Hank, a gentleman of 93, suggested that at the end of the business meeting we have a morale boosting session where someone either tells jokes, a story, show and tell, whatever. Hank proceeded to tell an off color joke and got the laughs. For the January GW Seniors meeting I came up with a parody song called "The Amercian Geriatric Anthem". I wrote the lyrics to the music of "America, The Beautiful". I handed out the songsheets and Patsy, Hank and myslef led the seniors in singing it, accompanied by the harmonica played by Gene. We all had a great time singing it, and some said they are mailing the song to their friends out of state so it's going national. Herewith the song for you to sing:

The American Geriatric Anthem
Sung to the tune of the “America The Beautiful” (Oh Beautiful, for spacious skies)
Words by Bruce Paterson Garwood, NJ 12/29/10


We’re beautiful
With spacious thighs
Our amber waves turned gray.
For purple bruises everywhere
Above the aches and pains

Cholesterol,
High blood pressure
Hope Lipitor can cure
Found cataracts in both the eyes
We’re growing old for sure.


(2nd verse)

We’re beautiful
And age old wise
All cures found in a pill

Our walkers shine with chrome divine
We move around at will

Oh Medicare
will pay our share!
Our grandkids call each week
And everyday we exercise.
Retired life is sweet!


(PS: of course we will all know what this song is about, sooner than we think).

Post #1 Inception

BE PREPARED TO SING!