The MGA With An Attitude
"On The Road Again"

Do We Remember?
A bit of entertainment to appease your sense of history.

Do You Remember When, .... ?
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Frank The Scab - By Colin Buchanan
YouTube 5:12
Music by the Spinal Tappets.
A dozen humorous British Car ballads.

It's feee. If you don't like it you can have your money back.
From the NATC 2008 Convention
  1 Old Tyme TR-3 - 3.51 MB
  2 Land of the Rising Sun - 2.88 MB
  3 Flatbed, Parts and Money - 3.13 MB
  4 Grindin Through the Gears - 4.18 MB
  5 Push - 3.14 MB
  6 While My TR Gently Leaks - 4.79 MB
From the VTR 2005 Convention
  7 Losing My Transmission - 4.61 MB
  8 TR-Man - 3.00 MB
  9 Smoke from the Dashboard - 5.10 MB
10 Rust in the Tin - 3.74 MB
11 Gearbox - 3.00 MB
12 Ahhh - 0.08 MB

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Mad Dogs and Englishmen (1931) - Noel Coward (1955) - 2:38 YouTube video (2009)
Mad Dogs and Englishmen (1931) - The Muppets - 2:00 YouTube video

Mad Dogs and Englishmen (Noel Coward)

In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire,
to tear their clothes off and perspire.
It's one of those rules that the biggest fools obey,
Because the sun is much too sultry and one must avoid
its ultry-violet ray --
Papalaka-papalaka-papalaka-boo. (Repeat)
Digariga-digariga-digariga-doo. (Repeat)
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts,
Because they're obviously, absolutely nuts --

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The Japanese don't care to, the Chinese wouldn't dare to,
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one,
But Englishmen detest a siesta,
In the Philippines there are lovely screens,
to protect you from the glare,
In the Malay states there are hats like plates,
which the Britishers won't wear,
At twelve noon the natives swoon, and
no further work is done -
But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see,
That though the British are effete,
they're quite impervious to heat,
When the white man rides, every native hides in glee,
Because the simple creatures hope he will
impale his solar topee on a tree.
Bolyboly-bolyboly-bolyboly-baa. (Repeat)
Habaninny-habaninny-habaninny-haa. (Repeat)
It seems such a shame that when the English claim the earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth -

Mad Dogs and Englishmen, go out in the midday sun.
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this stupid habit.
In Hong Kong, they strike a gong, and fire off a noonday gun.
To reprimand each inmate, who's in late.
In the jungle town where the sun beats down,
to the rage of man or beast,
The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased.
In Bangkok, at twelve o'clock, they foam at the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it.
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun.
They put their scotch or rye down, and lie down.
In the jungle swamps where the python romps
there is peace from twelve till two.
Even caribous lie down and snooze, for there's nothing else to do.
In Bengal, to move at all, is seldom if ever done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
Do We Remember These?

Below, George Burns -- I Wish I Was 18 Again.

At a bar down in Dallas an old man chimed in
I thought he was out of his head
Just being a young man I just laughed it off
When I heard what that old man had said.

He said I'll never again turn the young ladies heads
Or go running off into the wind
I'm three quarters home from the start to the end
I wish I was 18 again

I wish I was 18 again
And going where I've never been
But old folks and old oaks standing tall just pretend
I wish I was 18 Again.

Now time turns the pages and oh life goes so fast
The years turn the block hair all grey
I talk to some young folks, hey they dont understand
The words this old man's got to say.

I wish I was 18 again
And going where I've never been
But old folks and old oaks standing tall just pretend
I wish I was 18 again.
Lord I wish I was 18 again.

Also see "Historic Tales"

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