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Originally made famous by Archie and Edith Bunker, this song has been kept
alive via modern interpretations by the likes of Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne and
even Homer and Marge Simpson. Below is C.C. Banana's own fractured take on
this American staple, rewritten to celebrate the good old days of rock & roll. |
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| Those Were the Days |
(new lyrics by C.C. Banana)
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Guns N' Roses met The Terminator
Circus Magazine and Hit Parader
We made love in an elevator
Those were the days |
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Winger, Britny Fox and Tuff
Faster Pussycat, that glam rock stuff
Pretty Boy Floyd, Enuff Z'Nuff
Those were the days |
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Poison toured around the world
They were men who dressed like girls
Twisted Sister, PMRC, Dee with his head full of curls |
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Quiet Riot came and felt the noise
Low low record sales for Dangerous Toys
Rob Halford played with all the boys
Those were the days |
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When C.C. Banana attended a book signing by Gene Simmons of
Kiss, the last person he expected to encounter was former Skid Row
vocalist Sebastian Bach! Below is C.C.'s unique rendition of a Bas
classic, reworked to tell the tale of their legendary showdown. |
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| I Remember You |
(new lyrics by C.C. Banana)
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New York City, cold December night
My Santa cap and winter coat pulled tight
To meet Gene Simmons, that would make my day
He signed my book and I was on my way |
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To the afterparty, just down the street
Where fans had gathered for the meet-and-greet
In walked this figure looking tall and lean
At first I thought it was a big drag queen
How could I know that he would get so mean? |
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Remember yesterday
I used to love his band
Til he smacked me with his hand
I remember you |
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He lost a fan that night
Because of his blind rage
They ought to lock him in a cage
I remember you |
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He looked me up and then he stared me down
His eyes grew narrow, he began to frown
He fixed his gaze upon my Metal Sludge Tee
Began to poke at my chest cavity
"YOU WEAR THAT SHIRT, THAT MEANS THAT YOU HATE ME!" |
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Remember yesterday
I used to love your band
Then he smacked me with his hand
I remember you |
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You lost a fan that night
Because of your blind rage
They ought to lock you in a cage
I remember you |
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I tried to be the voice of reason
But he was a Youth Gone Wild
When will this grown man just
Stop acting like a child?
Then a cop escorted me outside |
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New York City, cold December night
Saw Dr. Jeckyl turn to Mr. Hyde
He thinks he's Jesus Christ that's such a crock
One day he'll wind up in his own cellblock
Banana showdown: SEBASTIAN BAAAAAAACH |
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Remember yesterday
I used to love your band
Til you smacked me with your hand
I remember you |
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You lost a fan that night
Because of your blind rage
They ought to lock you in a cage
I remember you |
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Remember yesterday
I used to love your band
Til you smacked me with your hand
I remember you |
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You lost a fan that night
Because of your blind rage
They ought to lock you in a cage
I remember you |
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Disregarded his better judgment, C.C. Banana finally bowed to
popular demand and recorded his very first single! This television
favorite from the late 1960s is featured on the Saturday morning
cartoon tribute album Complete Balanced Breakfast, a loving
tribute to the animated themes from days gone by! |
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The Tra La La Song
(One Banana, Two Banana) |
(original lyrics)
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One banana, two banana, three banana, four
Four bananas make a bunch and so do many more
Over hill and highway the banana buggies go
Coming on to bring you the Banana Splits show |
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Making up a mess of fun
Making up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone |
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Tra la la, la la la la, Tra la la, la la la la
Tra la la, la la la la, Tra la la, la la la la |
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Four banana, three banana, two banana, one
All bananas playing in the bright warm sun
Flipping like a pancake, popping like a cork
Fleagle, Bingo, Drooper and Snork |
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Making up a mess of fun
Making up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone |
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Tra la la, la la la la, Tra la la, la la la la
Tra la la, la la la la, Tra la la, la la la la |
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Two Banana, four banana, one banana, three
Swinging like a bunch of monkeys hanging from a tree
Hey there everybody won't you come along and see
How much like Banana Splits everyone can be |
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Making up a mess of fun
Making up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone |
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Tra la la, la la la la, Tra la la, la la la la
Tra la la, la la la la, Tra la la, la la la la |
