Please Mister Custer
There’s a comic song I remember from the 1960’s by Charlie Drake, comedian and latterly straight actor (Funny how so many comics make terrific straight part players), which has been running round my head for the past few mornings called ‘Please Mister Custer’.
One verse goes like this, but click on the link for the full lyrics.
Please Mr.Custer, I don’t wanna go
Er, listen, er, Mr.Custer?
Please don’t make me go
There’s a redskin waitin’out there, waitin’ to cut my hair
A coward I’ve been called
But I don’t wanna wind up dead or bald
Please Mr.Custer, I don’t wanna go
Oo-errr, err-oo
Sometimes a song encapsulates exactly how you feel about a job.
One verse goes like this, but click on the link for the full lyrics.
Please Mr.Custer, I don’t wanna go
Er, listen, er, Mr.Custer?
Please don’t make me go
There’s a redskin waitin’out there, waitin’ to cut my hair
A coward I’ve been called
But I don’t wanna wind up dead or bald
Please Mr.Custer, I don’t wanna go
Oo-errr, err-oo
Sometimes a song encapsulates exactly how you feel about a job.
1 Comments:
Your lyrics leave something to be desired, they seem a bit anglicized. Here is a more accurate version:
Mr. Custer by Larry Verne
(That famous day in history the men of the 7th Cavalry went riding on)
(And from the rear a voice was heard)
(A brave young man with a trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here??
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Hey, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
I had a dream last night about the comin' fight
Somebody yelled "attack!"
And there I stood with a arrow in my back.
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (forward Ho!!)--aaww
SPOKEN: Look at them bushes out there
They're moving and there's a injun behind every one
Hey, Mr. Custer-you mind if I be excused the rest of the afternoon?
HEY CHARLIE, DUCK YER HEAD!!
Hmm, you're a little bit late on that one, Charlie
Hooh, I bet that smarts!
(They were sure of victory, the men of the 7th Cavalry, as they rode on)
(But then from the rear a voice was heard)
(That same brave voice with the trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here??
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Listen, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
There's a redskin a'waitin' out there, just fixin to take my hair
A coward I've been called cuz I don't wanna wind up dead or bald
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (forward HO)--aaww
SPOKEN: I wonder what the injun word for friend is
Let's see-friend-- kemo sabe, that's it
KEMO SABE!, HEY OUT THERE-KEMO SABE!
Nope, that itn't it
Look at them durned injuns
They're runnin' around like a bunch of wild Indians-heh, heh, heh
Nah, this ain't no time for jokin'
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A lot is lost in going from song to paper; the guy's wavering whining voice is what really makes the song. A lot of nostalgia in some of these golden moldies - lol!
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