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Here is the 69th episode of the long-running radio show/podcast, Dave’s Gone By, which aired on NY’s WGBB-AM, March 15, 2004. More info: davesgoneby.com.
host: Dave Lefkowitz
Featuring: Dave makes it a musical St. Patrick’s Day, with a bunch of original songs. Plus: The satirical News Gone By and Dave Goes Off on a bunch of stuff.
00:00:00 DAVE GOES IN 00:17:00 DAVE GOES OFF – 9/11 Ads; Warner Wolf 00:27:00 NEWS GONE BY 01:03:00 St. Patrick’s Dave 01:13:00 DAVE GOES OUT
March 15, 2004 Playlist: “Heave Away Me Johnny” (Clancy Brothers); “Fiddler’s Green” (Mark’s Men); “Number One” (Chico Marx); “Oro Se Do Bheatha Bhaile” (Sinead O’Connor); “A Mhaire Bhruinneall” (Susan McKeown); “Pussy Below” (00:15:00), “The Sniper’s Lullaby” (00:39:00), “Many Ways” (00:60:00), “Seamus, the Urine Man” (00:66:00) & “Sailor Song (Cover’d With Crap)” (00:70:00; Dave, unreleased).
Segment originally aired March 16, 2003, as part of the “Dave’s Gone By” radio program hosted by Dave Lefkowitz.
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COVER’D WITH CRAP
When I was a sailor, I wore a fine cap And all the young maidens, they sat in me lap But then they’d jump up, and they’d leave with a slap `Cause me pants and me undies were covered with crap.
Cover’d with crap Cover’d with crap Oh, bring me a dish towel I’m cover’d with crap
I went to the doctor, he gave me a salve But that only worsened the ailment I have Me bowels keep churning all night and all day To drive all the people of Dublin away
“Away!,” they would say Their arms they would flap From the stink and the stench of me cover’d with crap
Cover’d with crap Cover’d with crap I canna wear white, `cause I’m cover’d with crap
I called up the daughter of old Mrs. Klein And over the phone, well, she liked me just fine I hoped that I’d soon get a taste of vagin’ But, alas, first I had to take her out to dine
We entered the restaurant without a mishap And greeted the maîtr d’ – quite a nice chap But soon he said, “You there, you’ll not eat a scrap; You’ll get us closed down, `cause you’re covered with crap!”
Cover’d with crap Cover’d with crap Each smear brings a tear when you’re cover’d with crap.
So now I’m an old man My life has grown thin I’ve no time for sailin’ or sportin’ or sin I wait for me heavenly rest to begin And hope that St. Peter will let this fool in
But I know too well hope is only a trap And I’m hearing those pearly gates close with a snap `Cause who wants an angel with poop in his lap, Brown wings, and a halo all covered with crap?
Cover’d with crap Cover’d with crap Eternity beckons all cover’d with crap.
