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Boggyman
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Download the mp3 of this song from the Triple J website.
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(Thank you to Lisa for the intro of this song).
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Adam:
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The Tripod song this morning is going to answer a couple of different questions:
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1) Why does all women's underwear have a little lace bow on it?
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2) Is it the Booggy Man or the Bogeyman? What's going on there?
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3) If you swallow little bits of Barbie Dolls do they come up purple in the x-ray?
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And there's going to be a special appearance by someone that one of the people in Tripod has a bit of a crush on. It's a pretty big Tripod challenge, even by their standards. Take it away guys...
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Scod:
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Should we tell them who we've got a crush on now?
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Gatesy:
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Ahh...
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Yon:
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Yeah, might as well.
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Scod:
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Yeah. Tom Waits.
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Scod:
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I'll tell the tale of frogs and snails and puppy-dogs' tails,
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Of sticks and stones and broken bones and guns and rusty nails.
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Tripod:
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All alone...
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All alone...
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Scod:
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Just a travellin' Barbie doll salesman,
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Sets out for New Orleans.
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Tripod:
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On a dog-drawn wagon,
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The only dog-drawn wagon ever seen.
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Yon:
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Drivin' through the marshes,
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And the bog is thick.
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Thicker than a pencil,
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Tripod:
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Much thicker than a pencil.
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And the coach slowed down as the wheels gummed up and the dog gummed up as well,
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And our innocent Barbie salesman sank into that boggy Hell.
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All alone...
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All alone...
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Scod:
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No-one came to find him,
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How'd he stay alive?
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Gatesy:
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Help me, please!
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Scod:
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Made the harsh decision,
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Tripod:
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He had to eat the Barbies to survive.
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Yon:
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Nooo!
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Scod:
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Nooo!
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Gatesy:
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The humanity!
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Scod:
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Who knows what happened out there in the bog that night?
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But they say, when a man eats a Barbie it comes up all purple in an X-ray.
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And that'll do strange things to a man's guts... and his mind...
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Scod:
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And every night he came out of the bog that was his home,
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A filthy apparition, he would rise out of the foam.
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Tripod:
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Boggy Man...
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Scod:
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Which later became...
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Tripod:
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Booggy Man...
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Gatesy:
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Which was anglicised in the 70s to...
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Tripod:
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Boogeyman...
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Yon:
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He had one objective,
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One thing on his mind.
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Dacking helpless women,
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Every helpless woman he could find.
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Tripod:
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Word soon got about,
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Of the Boggy Man's dacking thing.
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Scod:
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So, to keep their pants up,
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The women had to tie them up with string.
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Even today, somehow we know,
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Tripod:
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So our undies have a little bow.
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To protect us from dacking of the...
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Boggy Man...
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Boggy Man...
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I'll tell the tale of frogs and snails and puppy-dogs' tails,
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Of sticks and stones and broken bones and guns and rusty nails.
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All alone...
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All alone...
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