lirik lagu wild man fischer - wild man on the strip again
[we find wild man back on sunset strip performing for p-ssersby, again ably overdubbed by arthur dyer tripp iii in the studio]
neil: i don’t have a dime but i’ll give you—
wmf: what’s wrong? they’re good songs!
neil: okay, play it!
wmf: no, you give me a dime, i’ll sing it to you
neil: i don’t have a dime—
wmf: wh— you’re broke?
neil:—but sing one anyway. yeah
mudslide: we’re broke, fischer. you know us
wmf: [sings]
which way did my girl go?
which way did she go?
which way did my girl go—
okay, you like that song?
neil: that’s good
wmf: what’s your opinion? do you know—what song do you like the best?
mudslide: that one that’s new on your album. that first one
wmf: what song you like?
mudslide: [sings] merry go, merry go, merry go round, ha ha . . . ah hrmm . . . rrrhrrmm . .
[lots of street noise, with traffic, music, and inaudible conversation, then we hear the following exchange repeated several times thanks to the magic of the tape loop]
lynette: hey, fischer—you’re in-saaaaaane!!
wmf: no, no i’m not!
lynette: you’re insane!! . .
duane: hey, hey, sing me a song!
wmf: huh no no no . .
duane: hey, i got some money!
wmf: y’gotta dime?
duane: hey terry, gimme a nickel or . . . [trails off into background]
lynette: you’re in-saaaaaane!!
wmf: no, no i’m not!
lynette: you’re insane!! . .
duane: hey, hey, sing me a song!
wmf: huh no no no . .
duane: hey, i got some money!
wmf: y’gotta dime?
duane: hey terry, gimme a nickel—
lynette: you’re in-saaaaaane!!
wmf: no, no i’m not!
lynette: you’re insane!! . .
duane: hey, hey, sing me a song!
wmf: huh no no no . .
duane: hey, i got some money!
wmf: y’gotta dime?
duane: hey terry, gimme a—
lynette: you’re in-saaaaaane!!
wmf: no, no i’m not!
lynette: you’re insane!! . .
duane: hey, hey, sing me a song!
wmf: huh no no no . .
duane: hey, i got some money!
wmf: y’gotta dime?
duane: hey terry, gimme a nickel—
lynette: you’re in-saaaaaane!!
wmf: no, no i’m not!
lynette: you’re insane!! . .
duane: hey, hey, sing me a song!
wmf: huh no no no . .
duane: hey, i got some money!
wmf: y’gotta dime?
duane: hey terry, gimme a nickel or a [trails off into background with confusion of indistinguishable chatter]
wmf: you got the dime? where is he?
duane: i’m trying to get some money. hey, gimme a nickel, terry . . . terry: . . . half a can . . . (???????)
duane: gimme a nickel or a penny. i want him to sing a song for me
wmf: [sings] m-i-c-k-e-y m-o-u-s-e!
duane: c’mere, f-cker! . . . hey, here’s a dime. here’s a dime
wmf: what song d’you wanna hear?
duane: i don’t know. “merry-go-round”
wmf: okay. [sings]
c’mon let’s merry go, merry go, merry go round! boop boop boop!
merry—[but lynette interrupts him] ssshhhh!! he’s singin’ the song!
duane: leave him alone! leave him alone!
wmf: lemme singin’ the song!
duane: let him sing his song! i like it
lynette: fischer, you’re insane!
duane: hey, f-ck off!
wmf: lemme sing the song he paid a dime for . .
lynette: hey you—
duane: fake off!
wmf: yeah, be quiet! he wants to hear the song
duane: i wanna hear the song
wmf: yeah, let him hear the song . .
[sings]
c’mon let’s merry go, merry go, merry go round! boop boop boop!
merry go, merry go, merry go round! boop boop boop!
merry go, merry go, merry go round! boop boop boop!
me and you can go merry go . . . [tapers off]
duane: get it on, brother, get it on!
wmf: oh well, that’s that. [trails off]
duane: hey, that wasn’t my dime’s worth!
wmf: [trails back in] okay, i’ll finish the song!
duane: okay, finish the song!
wmf: [sings]
me and you can go merry go round!
it’s very easy, just go up and down!
c’mon let’s merry go, merry go, merry go round! boop boop boop!
merry go, merry go, merry go round! boop boop boop . .
[brief pause]
everybody’s going merry go round!
let us go oh oh uh-up and down!
c’mon, let’s merry go, merry go, merry go round . .
duane: all right, brother, all right! yea! [applauds]
[ensuing dialogue drowned out by art tripp et al]
wmf: okay . . . ‘scuse me, excuse me . . . excuse me, would you like to hear a new kind of sing for a dime, i swear to g—
gal: yeah, walkinadigamine [or something like that]
guy: yeah. [to his girlfriend] okay, you wanna hear it? [to wmf] okay, here’s your dime
wmf: okay, what song do you wanna hear? do you have any favorites? i mean i heh heh . .
guy: “home, home on the range”! hhno, heh! okay, okay, which one? uh—”the leaves are falling”!
wmf: all right
[begins the song that must ever drive even the most painstaking transcriber to despair at the inadequacy of the printed word]
mmmmmmmm . .
nrr nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt nyrr nnt ntt
mmm-mmm mmm, mmm, mmmmm mmm-mmm!
nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt nyrr
mmm-mmm!
the leaves are falling!
mmmmmmmm . .
mmm-mmm mmm, mmm, mmmmm mmm-mmm!
nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt nyrr
mmm-mmm!
nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt
mmmmm mmm mmm-mmm mmm-mmm—
you owe me a dime, man!
[the guy and gal laugh]
guy: you’re nuts, wild man! i know ’cause you’ll do it!
wmf: gimme the dime! i’ll take this instead—
guy: no, wait, heh heh . .
wmf: . . . would you like to hear an original song for a dime?
n0body: you bet
wmf: . . . steve, i’m gonna starve. i’m gonna go f-ckin’ hungry. i gotta sell some of these songs! . . . sir, would you like to hear an original song for a dime? truly original! . . . sshhh! gaw dooey . . . there’s my brother! norm! heh heh . . . how’s mother?
norm: uh dunno, how is she?
wmf: i’m selling my songs to pay for my rento . .
norm: eh, y’know what dat—
wmf: wanna buy one?
norm:—what i’da done to that guy that kept tellin’ ya t’get . . . oh kept tellin’ ya t’get by, man, ‘n ‘s pilin’ a smilin’, man . . . boom!
wmf: don’t do that, norman! peace, love, love, y’know . . . aaaaah sh-t . .
whozit: hold on a second . .
[bits of unintelligible chatter which seem to suggest that wmf and his entourage are moving to another street corner]
wmf: original songs for sale . . . would you like to hear an original song for a dime? i swear it’s original . .
ergo: i’ll buy one for a match!
wmf: no, you can’t buy one for a match. you got a dime? y’wanna hear an original song?
una: how can i, how can i help myself, wild man?
ergo: yeah, i wanna hear one
wmf: you wanna hear one?
una: okay, you’ve gotta sing two now, wait a minute . .
dosa: wait, i gotta sit down
wmf: two?
una: yeah, well i’m giving you a dime and he’s giving you a dime—
wmf: okay
ergo: . . . give you an encore if they’re good
wmf: okay
[sings]
which way did my girl go?
which way did she go?
which way did my girl go?
which way did she go-bo-bo-bo-bo
bo-bo-bo-bo-bo bow, bow, bow!
correction!
which way did the freaks go?
which way did they go?
which way did [somebody interrupts]—
shhh, quiet! i’m singin’ a song!
una: i want my dime back, wild man!
cogito: hold, baby . .
wmf: all right, i’ll sing you another song
ergo: right on!
wmf: “serrano beach”
una: . . . ‘sa gyp, man . .
wmf: i’m a, i’m not gyppin’ ya, i’ll sing you the song
una: okay, let’s go . .
wmf: [begins reprise of “the leaves are falling”]
mmmmmmmm . .
nyr nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt nyrr nnt nnt
mmm-mmm—
una: heh heh! you did that last one . .
wmf: will you be quiet! y’want me to sing “serrano beach”?
dosa: yeah, c’mon, shut up . .
wmf: all right, i’ll sing “serrano beach”—
[sings]
serrano beach is such a wild beach
it used to be ah such a quiet beach
along came a boy, oh such a wild boy
oh oh he turned the beach into the wildest beach
i say now hit it!
doo doo, da da—
[the girls laugh]
wmf: . . . getcher original songs here! get ’em before the world gets ’em! getch— . . . sh-t
[fade]
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