PASTICHE with PARODY-LYRICS
ORIGINAL SONG#2: "Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)" Elton John, lyrics by Bernie Taupin, 1973.
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, August 2015.
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(You can also view the lyrics and commentary (without images or chords, at the parody-lyrics site where they were originally posted online) at AmIRight.com Post""
PARODY-LYRICS LINK: To return to the corresponding post on "Daily Illustrated Nonsense" (and to see the lyrics without the chord-chart indications) click HERE.
(You can also view the lyrics and commentary (without images or chords, at the parody-lyrics site where they were originally posted online) at AmIRight.com Post""
Note on the Parody lyrics: Among Oscar Wilde ’s most famous sayings, “Work is the curse
of the drinking classes”"SATURDAY NIGHT" as sung by the Beatles
(to the Beatles' tune, "Yesterday")
Performing Notes:
"Yesterday" has some beautiful chords that contribute to its special feeling.
C9 = 0,2,0,3; Bm7 = 2,0,0,2; Am9 = 2,0,0,2; F6 = 2,2,1,3
Chorus:
"Yesterday" has some beautiful chords that contribute to its special feeling.
C9 = 0,2,0,3; Bm7 = 2,0,0,2; Am9 = 2,0,0,2; F6 = 2,2,1,3
Verse:
[C9] Getting late.. [Bm7]
[C9] Getting late.. [Bm7]
Wanna [E7] little action [Am] on my [Am9] plate [C9]
[F6] Ma, your [G7] discipline just [C] aggravates
[G] I [Am7] want to [D7] rock; where [F] are my [C] mates?
Chorus:
[Bm7] Set [E7] this [Am]dance [C9] a[F6]light
It’s al[G]right; we’re [G7] gonna [C] fight. [C9] [C]
[Bm7] I’ll [E7] do [Am] some[C9]thing [F6] wrong,
Then be [G] strong to [G7] set things [C] right! .[Csus4] [C9]
[Am7] Satur[D7]day's the [F] night I [C9] like
[Am7] Mm mm [D7] mm mm [F] mm mm [C9] mm [Am7] Satur[D7]day's the [F] night I [C9] like
Elton John Ending
[C] Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
[Bb] Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
[F] Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's al[C]right
It’s alright for fightin’; play that game!
[C] Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
[Bb] Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
[F] Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's al[C]right
Getting late
Wanna little action on my plate
Ma, your discipline just aggravates
I wanna rock; where are my mates?
Sis looks cute
Hair all greased up, in her dancing-boots
Seven bells, my old man’s really juiced,
That monkey; Ma don’t give a hoot.
Saturday
It’s alright for fightin’; play that game!I’ll be oiled as a diesel train
A beer-filled belly; why refrain?
Set this dance alight
It’s alright; we’re gonna fight.
I’ll do something wrong,
Then be strong to set things right!
Stubbornly
I’ll use muscle to get what I need
Find some dolly hanging over me,
From shadows shout out, “She’s with me!”
Party night
It’s a night whose sounds I really like
Like a switchblade and a motorbike
Wilde’s ‘drinking class’ – I’m just its tyke.
Saturday’s the night I like!
Mm mm, mm mm, mm mm-mm.
(to the Elton John tune)
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night’s alright.
(back to the Beatles' tune)
Saturday's the night I like.
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