[Listening To Billy Joel In Murky Light Shortly After Sunrise]
Jim,
Father Guido Sarducci and I liked your Billy Joel remix so much (you
remember, the one entitled "Impressions Of A Big Shot"), that we hum
it constantly. Trust me, you wouldn't want to hear Father Guido
Sarducci sing! The last time we fired up the Oscar Mayer wienermobile
and went out for beer and pizza, he talked me into stopping at a karaoke
bar on the way home, and before I knew it he was on stage, belting out
your version (original lyrics available at *your* post "above" if the
accent is too thick):
Because-a you hadda to be a Bigga Shot, dinna you
You hadda to open up-a you mout
You hadda to be a Bigga Shot, dinna you,
did-a knot-ta know all-a of-a what you were-a talkin' 'bout.
You hadda to have-a da last-a word, datta night,
You tink-a you know whatta Dee Ess Elle stand-ards are-a all 'bout.
You hadda to have-a da White-A Hotta Spot-A-Light
You hadda to be a bigga shot datta night oh-a, oh-a, oh-a
Oh-a, I was-sa knot-ta imp-a-ressed widda you Dee Ess Elle puffed outta chest,
anna e-mail spies you-a sent-ta in vein
Anna da story offa you latest succ-a-cess, joost-a sounded so-a lame
But I do-a rea-member alla da tings you-a said,
but a you off-a base, I joost-a taught you might-ta wantta to-a know.
I'll give-a you one-a hint Ron [sic],
you tone ain't-a da way to go
Yes, yes, you-a hadda to be a bigga shot, dinna you
You hadda to show-a you *** to-a da crowd
You hadda to be a bigga shot dinna you
You getta people so-a, how-a you say, stressed out
You hadda to have-a da last-a word datta night
Noah fun to-a be a round
You hadda to-a have da front-a page, bold-a type
You hadda to be a bigga shot dat night oh-a, oh-a, oh-a
Well, it's-a no bigga sin (I know-a about dis) to stick-a you two cents in
Iffa you-a know whenna to-a leave it a lone
But you-a went-ta over da line
You could knot-ta see itta was-a time to-a go-a home
Noah, noah, noah, noah, noah, noah you hadda to be a bigga
shot dinna you
You hadda to open up-pa you mout
You hadda to be a bigga shot dinna you
Whenna you talk people getta, how you say, stressed out,
You hadda to have-a da last-a word datta night
It's-a so-a rude when you a round,
You hadda to have-a da white-a hot-a spotta light
You hadda to be a bigga shot datta night oh-a, oh-a, oh-a
Original by Billy Joel
Good Luck To Us All,
Bozo T. Clown
P.S.#1 As I recall, you and I got cross-wise when you took offense at
my suggestion that the conventional wisdom was sometimes (not always)
wrong here. In typical fashion, the keepers of the conventional wisdom
thought they figured out who I am. Someday they might, because I'm
quite aware of the fact that the more information I post in an attempt
to further discussion here, the more likely it is that you will eventually
find me. You might want to think about who has the tactical advantage,
however, in a game where the nominal clown is the only one who knows for
sure where it may eventually end.
P.S.#2 The biggest and brightest spotlight I ever saw was outside a newly
opened nightclub some years ago. I saw the beam piercing the sky from
miles away and followed it to its source out of curiosity. I later realized
that the spotlight's purpose was to draw attention to itself, and in fact
it never actually illuminated anything. The analogy is far from exact,
because I realize that you have shared a lot of hard-won information with
others on this thread. I'm grateful for that. My only point is that you,
like me and everyone else on this thread, are sometimes (not always)
wrong.
P.S.#3 In the event that this post is ever reviewed for compliance with
the SI Terms Of Use, the reviewer should note that the only significant
difference between what was originally posted by Jim Wilkinson at reply
# 20700 "above" and the current post is the addition of a rather poor Italian
to the lyrics by me. |
