Finally got all the lyrics figured out and they are also added to my blog at my MadSpace section of this site.
*One Night in Boonville - Furry Head and The Favorites*
Boonville, boring little city
The people don't know what havin' fun's for
Each night it's the same old thing
It's enough to grow hair on Yul Brenner
Time flies, every other minute
Past the church where the ladies got a big sale in it
Oh gross, dinner time is when you hit the local café
It's no ordinary menu
There's potato soup, stuffed potatoes, potato fries, or this stuff!
What is that?! Ugh, my goodness!
One night in Boonville, feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Don't drive your car beyond the speed limit there
I can feel a sheriff driving up to me
(In the 35 zone doing 43)
One town's really like another
But this one's like another and another and another
It's a drag, it's a bore, never even lock their doors
Haven't really seen a party since the second world war
What do ya know, this is an uncrowded, dinky, backward
little parking lot if I ever saw!
Bingo at the singles apartments, benefit the volunteer fire department
Get rowdy? You might as well forget it
They got their own TV station and everyone can get it
They get their kicks from Phil Silvers and Ernest Borgnine, sunshine
One night in Boonville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Housewives do laundry and the rednecks drink there
All the kids do book reports on MTV
(I can feel the flute-player sneakin' up on me)
First Redneck: Whut the heck is that?
Second Redneck: I don't know, kinda like a flute there.
First Redneck: Gimme some Hank Williams, Jr.
Second Redneck: Julio Iglay-si-ous
First Redneck: Yeah!
I am, sure these folks are idjits
It's the ultimate display of mental midgets
This bugs me more than artificial pork fritters or John Ritter
Thank God I'm only visiting this place, driving through
I don't see Boonville becoming any more
hip and happenin' than Casper, Wyoming
I'd play ya some Chess, I would invite you
But something this boring would probably excite you
So you better go back to your leisure suits
Your food processors, your AM/FM digital clock radios
with snooze alarms
One night in Boonville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
So bring a six-pack if you ever go there
Pouch of chaw fer you and a deck of cards for me
I can feel that six-pack going straight through me
Now I'd really like to hear "Let's Get Up & Go To Boonville"
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Nacky:
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Finally found (at least) some semblance of a decent recording of the song! It had been uploaded to youtube in 2011, years after I had posted all about it in my blog www.madmusic.com/readblog.aspx?id=1259
It's not the entire song but it's all we got right now;
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpagxWs7pG4
Since it is a decent sounding copy I was able to hear the lyrics and spoken bits better. Not complete and I could be mis-hearing some words here and there but this is a more complete lyric.
*One Night in Boonville - Furry Head and The Favorites*
Boonville, boring little city
The people don't know what havin' fun's for
Each night it's the same old thing
It's enough to grow hair on Yul Brenner
Time flies, every other minute
Past the church where the ladies got a big sale in it
Oh gross, dinner time is when you hit the local café
It's no ordinary menu
There's potato soup, stuffed potatoes, potato fries, or this stuff!
What is that?! Ugh, my goodness!
One night in Boonville, feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Don't drive your car beyond the speed limit there
I can feel a sheriff driving up to me
(In the 35 zone doing 43)
One town's really like another
But this one's like another and another and another
It's a drag, it's a bore, never even lock their doors
Haven't really seen a party since the second world war
What do ya know, this is an uncrowded, dinky, backward
little parking lot if I ever saw!
Bingo at the singles apartments, benefit the volunteer fire department
Get rowdy? You might as well forget it
They got their own TV station and everyone can get it
They get their kicks from Phil Silvers and Ernest Borgnine, sunshine
One night in Boonville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Housewives do laundry and the rednecks drink there
All the kids do book reports on MTV
(I can feel the flute-player sneakin' up on me)
First Redneck: Whut the heck is that?
Second Redneck: I don't know, kinda like a flute there.
First Redneck: Gimme some Hank Williams, Jr.
Second Redneck: Julio Iglay-si-ous
First Redneck: Yeah!
I am, sure these folks are idjits
It's the ultimate display of mental midgets
This bugs me more than artificial pork fritters or John Ritter
Thank God I'm only visiting this place, driving through
I don't see Boonville becoming any more hip and
happenin' than Casper, Wyoming
I'd play ya some Chess, I would invite you
But something this boring would probably excite you
So you better go back to your leisure suits
Your food processors, your AM/FM digital clock radios
with snooze alarms
One night in Boonville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
So bring a six-pack if you ever go there
??? fer you and a deck of cards for me
I can feel that six-pack going straight through me