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.