Uke-Song: "SATURDAY NIGHT", as might be sung by the Beatles, with thanks to Elton John and a nod to Oscar Wilde

PASTICHE with PARODY-LYRICS

ORIGINAL SONG#1:  "Yesterday", Beatles song written for the album Help!, Paul McCartney, 1965. 

ORIGINAL SONG#2: "Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)" Elton John, lyrics by Bernie Taupin, 1973. 

PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, August 2015.

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")

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.

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   

Verse:
[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 

Elton John Ending
[C] Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
[Bb] Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
[F] Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's al[C]right

Uke-Song: "MY TENOR UKE", featuring politically corrected lyrics

Transit riders in silk hats (London)

PARODY-LYRICS 

ORIGINAL SONG: "My Tall Silk Hat", traditional camp-song, based on the popular Neapolitan song "Funiculi, Funicula", 1880.

PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, September 2013.

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""

In the traditional version, of this schoolboy parody, based on the tune of ‘Funiculi, Funicula’, a “big a-fat-a lady” squashes a hat on a subway seat. The current updated lyrics are, I hope, more politically correct and more appealing to adults. The final line, as in the posting of November "Ukuleli, Ukulela" is a Neapolitan Ta-da!, meaning let's go up there. Pronounce the "j"s as "y" to sound like an Italian tenor. 

MY TENOR UKE

(to the tune of "Funiculi, Funicula")
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Besides, a flavor more Napolitana,

I craved to chance, appeal enhance;

And so I trimmed my 'Lady' down to sexy,

Not anorexy,

And let her dance, a bella dance !

Revised Camp-Song: 

Pavarotti (left),  Bocelli (right)

Performing Notes

In[F]spired by trendy p’litical correctness,

I [C] changed a [F] song, an [C] old camp-[F]-song,

Re[F]flecting pre-teen Piggy/Twiggy bias,

That [C] got it [F] wrong, so [C] very [F] wrong.
Be[Am]sides, a [E7] flavor [Am] more Na[E7]poli[Am]tana,

I [E7] craved to [Am] chance, ap[E7]peal en[Am]hance;

And [C] so I [G] trimmed my [C] 'Lady' [G] down to [C] sexy,

Not [G] ano[C]rexy,

And [G] let her [C] dance, a [G] bella [C] dance !
.....
.....

[C7] Pavarotti, what do you think of that ?

Master it, six sharps or seven [F] flats;

‘Cause body-[A]-type is so much [Dm] hype;

It’s only [A] brawn or big-a [Dm] belly –

So [Bb] save a seat in [F] cielo

For our [C] sleek friend A. Bo[F]celli.

[Bb] ‘Ncoppa jammo [F] ja’, ukule[C7]lí, ukule[F]lá !