Friday, September 26, 2008

A playlist for The Four Headlamps reunion tour

SACRAMENTO, Calif., USA - The Four Headlamps are all back almost in the same zip code (well, separated by about 100 miles, more or less) and so the group is laying plans for a reunion tour in Mexico this winter.

And as a first step, Michael has started putting together some songs he would like to strum on the uke and is asking fellow band members, Adm. Fox (violin), Capt. Sanders Lamont (guitar and vocals) and Pat Lamont (percussion and hammer dulcimer) to come up with ideas, too.

The group's signature song - the only song the group has ever performed in public - Dancin' With A Man by Rodney Carrington tops the list, of course.

But there are many other possibilities.

One that has been suggested is called Chunder in the Old Pacific Sea, a song about, well, chundering, usually after drinking too much beer and also eating too much rich food, like shrimp.

It is an Australian drinking song after all.

  • Link to 'Chunder' clip


  • More on what that playlist will look like in a few weeks when the group gets back together for a jam session - and maybe an impromptu performance at the Lube Room in Camp Connell.

    Here's the lyrics to Chunder:

    I was down by Manleigh Pier, drinkin' tubes of ice cold beer
    With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee
    When I swallowed the last prawn,
    I had a technicolor yawn
    and I chundered in the old Pacific Sea

    Drink it up, drink it up,
    Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
    If you want to throw your voice,
    mate you won't have any choice
    But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea

    I was sittin in the surf, when a mate of mine called Murf
    Asks if he can crack a tube or two with me
    The bastard barely swallowed it
    When he went for the big spit
    and he chundered in the old Pacific Sea

    Drink it up, drink it up
    Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
    If you want to throw your voice,
    mate you won't have any choice
    But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea

    I've had liquid laughs in bars and I've hurled from moving cars
    And I've chuckled when and where it suited me
    But if I could choose the spot
    To regurgitate me lot,
    then I'd chunder in the old Pacific Sea

    Drink it up, drink it up
    Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
    If you want to throw your voice,
    mate you won't have any choice
    But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea