Oh come now, Mista Tally Mon,
Every historian worth his bananas knows that version originated as a fraternity initiation ritual in the 60s.
The original- from Harry's swollen, bruised lips to O'Day's cauliflower ears--and later altered so as not to humiliate the embarrassed Belafonte.
Work all night tryin' to land a punch
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Tried to duck- heard a nasty crunch
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally up the broken bones
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Better take up singin' or I'm gonna stay a big unknown.
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
And it's five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, PUNCH!
Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Listen to the nasal cartilage go CRUNCH
(Daylight come and he wanna go home) |
