Tuesday, February 02, 2010

A flashback from the fifties

I used to listen to WHB radio, up in north Missouri, while washing the dishes (the one chore I had to do while my mom was at work and Daddy was in the fields.
As an eleven-year-old, I thought this was the best song ever.



THE POPCORN SONG

Cliffie Stone

Now here's a funny story

I hope you understand

Listen very closely

If you possibly can

It's a story of

Two popcorn kernels

In a red hot pan

One turned to the other

And said, Hey man


I'm too pooped to pop

And I ain't lyin'

I'm too pooped to pop

Just layin' here fryin'

Salt and and butter's ready

And the fire is hot

But seems like

I'm just too pooped to pop


Too pooped to pop

And I ain't playin' possum

I'm too pooped to pop

And I do want to blossom

Don't like the bottom

Want to get up on top

It seems like I'm

Just too pooped to pop


Iowa's the state

That's where I was born

I really truly came

From a fine ear of corn

My Mama and my Papa

Were a wonderful crop

You should have seen them

Blow up when they

Put they put them in the pot


Too pooped to pop

And I ain't playin' possum

I'm too pooped to pop

And I do want to blossom

Don't like the bottom

Want to get up on top

It seems like I'm

Just too pooped to pop


2 comments:

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

I like you grew up in the 50's but if I ever heard that song I don't remember it. Thanks for the ***BIG SMILE*** today. I'm still laughing...I love that song.

Toon said...

I listen to WHB all the time.. because it's a sports station now. They still play the old time jingle about being the "World's Happiest Broadcast".