Ada Shymore and The Boogie Men - No Way Big Boy

 Big And Tall Records is proud to introduce a new recording artist - Ada Shymore and her band The Boogie Men. Ada's been singing since she was a little girl and she got together with some other musicians and started singing in clubs in one-night stands. She since has graduated to regular gigs at a few places, and one of our associates heard her one night and invited her to record something for us.

The band and her have a varied repertoire; they do covers of songs as well as some original material. Ada plays piano, but she sings only on this recording. Despite her last name, Ada does NOT appear to be very shy, as the song they chose as their premiere recording is a lot more than just suggestive. Ada also is the primary song writer for the group as well, and she told us she had a lot of fun writing this one! She's informed us they've got a pretty good selection  of original songs, so we look forward to hearing more from her and The Boogie Men!  

1 inch, 2 inch 3 inch cock! 

4 inch 5 inch 6 inch cock! 

7 inch 8 inch 9 inch cock 

10 inch cock, too much cock, 

gonna run, gonna run, 

gonna run from that cock! 

 

C'mon hon, put your condom on, 

We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one 

But if you got ten inches, no damn way, 

If you got ten inches just go away!

 If you got ten inches then just go on, get away! 

 

 It's bad enough if it's over six, 

But if it's ten or more, I say nix! Nix! 

Don't wan't no monster dick tonight 

Wanna be able to walk in the bright daylight 

Get away, get away, keep it zipped up tight tonight 

 

C'mon hon, put your condom on, 

We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one 

But if you got ten inches, no damn way, 

If you got ten inches just go away! 

If you got ten or more then just go on away! 

 

Had different sizes, that is true 

But I ain't makin' no exception for you 

If you got one like a Clydesdale horse 

We ain't havin' no intercourse 

Don't care if you beg until you turn blue

 

C'mon babe, put your pride away, 

Got a five incher, then you can stay 

Don't lie to me if you're well hung 

And don't even think 'bout doin' my bung 

Just take you and your cock real far away! 

 

 Ain't what you got, it's how you use it. 

Not gettin' my pussy just to abuse it 

So get it through your big fat 

head Rather have a regular size instead 

Go on home, and self abuse it! 

 

Don't want one as big around as a Bartlett pear 

Don't wanna have to use a whip and chair 

If it's too damn big it just won't fit 

So what would I do with it? 

Don't bother to take it out, keep it in your underwear!

Percy McCoy - Kickin' The Bucket

We at Big And Tall Records were glad to see Percy McCoy submit his latest song to us. Percy's been MIA for a while. He did let us know that he was going through some personal demons, but we told him take as long as he needed. We'd be waiting when he came back.

Kickin' The Bucket, his newest song is, despite the title, an upbeat account of where he's at right now. his guitar licks are as good as ever, backup band is in fine form, and the song lyrics are typical Percy; interesting, if profane. The bar he sings about is one he went to for 'Midget Bowling' as described in his song Somethin' To Do With My Time. So we'll see what's next for Percy, and await his next good descriptive song! 

I wait for Saturday night, head on out 

I’m feelin’ pretty good again. 

It’s time to drink, have a good time 

See how much trouble I get in. 

 

Still a might depressed, but fuck it! 

Git on out of town and duck it! 

Ya gotta git along, 

and sing yer song

 Before you end up kickin’ the bucket! 

 

 Tootlin’ down the road, enjoyin’ the ride 

The bar is a few miles down the road 

Listenin’ to country music, good and loud 

Gettin’ rid of heartache I stowed. 

 

 Still a might depressed, but fuck it! 

Git on out of town and duck it! 

Ya gotta git along, 

and sing yer song

 Before you end up kickin’ the bucket!

 

 I git down to the bar, the gang remembers me. 

I sit and the bartender gives me a beer 

He said, “Where the hell ya been, we’ve missed ya! 

Been a long time since ya been here!” 

 

Told him I hit a rough patch, 

Stayed home with the door latched 

Knew I couldn’t win, 

Wouldn’t let nobody in

 Didn’t even want any snatch! 

 

“When’s the bowlin’ start?”I asked. 

“Been lookin’ forward all week long. 

Put my money down on the cute little blonde 

Got to know her, we really got along! 

 

The bartender said with a frown S

aid the cops had shut it down 

They said it would reflect 

A sign of disrespect 

They didn’t want that workin’ in the town. 

 

The bartender ducked behind the bar 

Came up with a small piece of paper. 

“Asked ‘bout you all the time, 

Said to call her, make it sooner than later. 

 

The paper was folded real tight 

Opened it and saw in the light 

Her number wrote in parts 

Decorated with hearts 

Wondered if she’d come out tonight. 

 

I took out my phone, started to call

Then I thought what would I say?

 It’s been two months since I been here,

 Would she still want to see me anyway?

 

 I kind of hesitate, but dammit! 

Take this lack of confidence and cram it!

 How’m I gonna see 

If she still wants to see me 

So I put the number in my phone and jam it! 

 

 Didn’t get an answer right then 

I think ‘bout things, and begin 

To discover I been missin’ 

Her company and kissin’ 

 But I’ll keep tryin’ again and again.

 

Melvin Peckerwood And The Mama's Boys - Ain't Nothin' But A Sick Hound Dog

 An obvious reference to the classic rock song Hound Dog by the immortal king of Rock and Roll Elvis Presley, Melvin Peckerwood And The Mama's Boys put their own spin on it with Ain't Nothin' But A Sick Hound Dog. The group has undergone some personnel changes, and for this recording have a full compliment of saxophones to enrich the sound. With Big Marv anchoring the bass line on piano with the group's regular bass guitarist 'Greasy' Nutly, the song beats out a regular rhythm throughout.

The group's sound varies from basic rock and roll of drum kit, lead guitar, bass guitar, and singer, to this larger ensemble. Their subjects vary as much as the ensemble. We at Big And Tall Records look forward to their next creation!

You can’t take out a girl, 

For a burger, and a flick 

You always take them out 

To do somethin’ sick 

 

You took out Betty Lou, 

To see a school play, 

You went and took her parkin’ 

But she walked home anyway 

 

 You ain’t nothin’ but a sick hound dog, 

Pervin’ all the time 

You ain’t nothin’ but a sick hound dog, 

Aimin’ for a crime. 

You ain’t never been normal, 

Ain’t pervin’ no sister of mine! 

 

You took out pretty Tammy but she gave you the whammy! 

Tried Sue instead, but she smacked you in the head! 

Cindy threw a fit, wouldn’t stand for it! 

Hoped Joan would fall, but she kicked you in the balls! 

 

 You ain’t nothin’ but a sick hound dog, 

Pervin’ all the time 

You ain’t nothin’ but a sick hound dog, 

Aimin’ for a crime. 

You ain’t never been normal, 

Ain’t pervin’ no sister of mine! 

 

 Sooner, maybe later, 

The word will sure get out. 

Then all the girls in school 

Will start to leave you out! 

 

Then you’ll bellyache 

How you’re so all alone 

When you try to call the girls 

They’ll just hang up the phone! 

 

 You ain’t nothin’ but a sick hound dog, 

Pervin’ all the time 

You ain’t nothin’ but a sick hound dog, 

Aimin’ for a crime. 

You ain’t never been normal,

 Ain’t pervin’ no sister of mine! 

 

Hope it's sooner than later,
All your ex dates will tell.
Then the rest of the girls
Will say no way in hell!

Then you’ll bitch and cry
How you’re so all alone
When you call any girl
They’ll just slam down the phone! 

 

You ain’t nothin’ but a sick hound dog,

 Pervin’ all the time 

You ain’t nothin’ but a sick hound dog, 

Aimin’ for a crime 

You ain’t never been normal, 

Ain’t pervin’ no sister of mine!

 

 Keep on walkin’ perv! No! 

You can’t have my sisters number! 

Pervert! Sicko! Deviant! Weird Oh! 

No! You can't have my number either! 

No, not my mothers, or my brothers, or anybody I know!

 

 

The Nude Polka Kings - Pig Fat

Pigs and the resultant products made from them have been feeding people for a long time. The old saying goes that the only part of the pig not used is the oink, and that's more true than not. Pigs are one of  the easiest of animals to raise for meat, and they really are not dirty animals. The only reason they wallow in  the mud is to cool off when the weather's hot as they cannot sweat. 

So it stands to reason with all the pluses of raising pigs, they would be part of the cultural history of many different reasons. Jewish and Islamic cultures shun pork as it is considered unclean, but for many people pork remains an important source of protein. Certain cuts and methods of preparation can make it a healthy meat to eat as well. Then there's the subject of this song - pig fat!

Some of the most popular kinds of pork products to eat are sausage and bacon, both highly processed meats that are high in sodium and cholesterol that should be eaten in moderation, if at all. But it's true, there's a lot of flavor in pork fat! 

Their song Pig Fat is a departure for the group, as it really isn't a Polka, if it's even any kind of dance at all is the question. It would be difficult indeed to dance to the song. The group obviously had a good time recording it! 

We’ve heard about pigs in a polka, 

A most disgusting thought. 

Nothing against pigs at all 

Many a pig we have sought.

 

 But not to put in a polka, 

But a very different fate

 Butcher ‘em up 

And put ‘em on a plate! 

 

We like all the parts of a hog 

Nothing that we’d give to the dog

 But many times we’ve had a major spat, 

Over our favorite PIG FAT! 

 

Pig fat around pork chops, 

Makes them juicy and tender. 

Pig fat laced in bacon, 

Succulent and tender 

 

Clogging up our arteries

 And making us obese. 

But it really is quite tasty, 

Give us more if you please! 

 

 Pig fat is king! Pig fat is rich! 

Give us some more, or we will surely bitch!

 Fry our eggs in bacon grease, makes them mighty fine! 

We’ll take it oozing bacon grease, every time! 

 

Dripping down our chins, 

Covering our hands 

Barbecued pork ribs, 

Greasy smoked hams 

 

Pie crust made with lard, 

Is the best in the land 

Pork roast dripping fat

 Is something we can stand! 

 

 Greasy pork chops with thick fat, 

Cooked with kraut and biscuits! 

Soaks up all the deliciousness 

Please make it just for us! 

 

Sausages made with pork, 

Larded with piggie fat. 

Served on a crusty bun 

With mustard is where it's at! 

 

Pork steak fried with onions 

Is a dish fit for royalty 

But don't waste it on them 

Give it instead to ME!

 

 Pig fat is king! Pig fat is rich! 

Give us some more, or we will surely bitch!

 Fry our eggs in bacon grease, makes them mighty fine! 

We’ll take it oozing bacon grease, every time! 

 

 Cholesterol skyrockets, 

Doctor gives us hell 

Wants to start a treatment 

Giving the hard sell 

 

Pills I will surely take, 

Exercise as well, 

But cut out pig fat.... 

Ain't no way in hell! 

 

Pig fat is rich! Pig fat is king! 

Greasy sloppy pig fat, is our special thing!

I will keep on saying, until my dying breath.... 

PIG FAT!

 

 

The Nude Polka Kings - Making Sauerkraut Polka

 The latest by the suddenly prolific The Nude Polka Kings goes along with the heritage and Slavic influence found in the Polka as an art form. Making Sauerkraut Polka conveys the love many people, not just of Polish or Slavic origins, have for sauerkraut. It's very popular in Germany, France and has spread around the world. Kimchi, the Korean version adds many different ingredients to the mix, including hot pepper flakes! Fermenting of food was discovered so long ago nobody knows exactly when. It is a way to preserve food without refrigeration by utilizing the natural organisms found on food.

The chemical reaction of food containing natural sugars and microorganisms gives fermented food its sour flavor. Salt is usually added to chopped cabbage and the mixture is put in water. As long as the food is completely submerged in the water, there is no danger of the fermenting process going wrong, in which case the food will start to rot and no longer be edible. Chopped onions, garlic, carrots, and other things can be added to the cabbage for a different flavor. Many vegetables can be fermented by themselves as well. Each will have the characteristic sour flavor along with their own particular taste. 

One of the members of this band is Stanisław O'Reilly. Yes, you read that right. His mother is of Polish heritage, his father of Irish heritage. Evidently they wanted to pay homage to both sides of the family!  He goes by the shortened version of his name, and Stash knows what he's talking about when it comes to sauerkraut. He makes barrels of the stuff for his family and friends, and has a cabbage chopping party a few times a year. People gather at his house, some of them bringing old time cabbage shredders. Like the song says, it ends up being a wine drinking (and other alcoholic beverages) party, with everyone that helped getting some of the sauerkraut!

Back in the old country

 Folks lived on the farm.

They raised their own food to eat 

That did them little harm. 

 

 They raised their own livestock,

 Vegetables too 

When they grew too much cabbage, 

This is what they'd do! 

 

They'd make sauerkraut, made it in big pots, 

Slice up lots of cabbage, lots and lots and lots! 

Pour the salted water in, swish it all about. 

Traditional cabbage shredder

Let it stew for a week or two, making sauerkraut! 

 

We don't live on the farm anymore, 

Kind of wish that we would 

It was a lot of real hard work for sure, 

That is well understood 

 

It was work that kept you healthy, 

And you made your own way, 

Homegrown meat and vegetables, 

That is why we say! 

 

 They made so much sauerkraut, it last all winter long. 

While they danced the polka, and sing their happy song.

 They drink homemade beer, eat kielbasa and kraut. 

That is what living is all about! 

 

 Some people just detest it, 

hate it through and through.

 There is no denying,

 that it's a special brew.

 

 Sour and crunchy, 

a little salty as well, 

And some say it stinks 

 like the devil's feet in hell! 

 

We still make sauerkraut, chop it nice and fine. 

Get the folks together, drink a little wine. 

We eat it every day, and we don't hesitate, 

It prevents you from getting sick and won't constipate! 

 

 So if you can't make it, at least eat it! 

Slavic penicillin! 

Put hair on your chest, 

and led in your pencil! 

 

[Woman] But I don't want hair on my chest, and I don't have a pencil!

 

 

The Noir Players - Death In Winter

 There's not much we can say about The Noir Players, except it is a full orchestra that performs mini- operas dealing with the strange and morbid.  Their latest follows the trend for them; a song about death. The lyrics say it all.

 Didn't leave in summer with sun bright 

Not in autumn with short'ning day 

Spring wasn't the time, with sun aglow, 

But it was in the winter...... 

The long...cold...stark...shivering winter. 

 

 I knew that it would happen then. 

No way to defend, or prevent it. 

Resources had been depleted, 

Efficiently death has defeated, all efforts.

It is the end of a being, and 

all the dreaming we had. 

 

 I believed that it would never end.

 But there was nothing left. 

Our love was so strong, 

 I thought it'd last forever! 

All things of us are gone 

with the stillness of love no more. 

 Love did not conquer all, 

The end of it........... I feel so black 

 No one can talk to me and tell, 

It is not the end of me as well.

 

 I twist and turn in nightmares 

Dreamt while awake! 

Thoughts are tortured and bloody, 

Like a thirst that can’t be slaked!

 I try to keep away thoughts of a lost love, 

But they haunt me, the life I once knew taunts me! 

Is there nothing left? Will it be the theft of my own life? 

 

 I feel the frigid, bony hands upon me. 

Chilling cold settling deep into my body. 

I can see the clouds of my icy breath turn a sickly green, 

I lay stagnating in my bed. 

Frigid bony fingers.... creep into me. 

Cold settles... deep into... me. 

The mist of my icy breath turns green, 

I lay stagnating in my bed. 

The worst fear.....that passes through my fleeting sanity.....

is that my soul... is freezing to death.......while my life......goes on........

Whiskey Pete Band - The Runny Nose Blues

 We here at Big And Tall Records were happy to see this latest from Whisky Pete Band, as they had a recording early on and this is their second. They've been on the road, and are taking some time off to recuperate. Being on the road's a rough life for musicians and artists, so we're glad they took time from their break to record this song. 

It's a cover of Sonny Hotchkin's The Runny Nose Blues. While Sonny recorded  the song under the circumstance of really being ill, Whisky Pete gives it a full rendition with his full band with a searing solo harmonica by J.J. 'Harp' Linser, one of the premiere harp players in the blues world today. 

Sonny was honored that the band wanted  to cover his song, and he offered them the lead sheet. The band wanted him to play along with them on the recording, but Sonny declined, and told us, "Nah, I wanted to hear what they come up with on their own. Man, I tell ya, these guys are a tight band and gave their own interpretation. I like it!"

I got a pain in my head, a scratchy throat, 

I said a pain in my head, an a scratchy throat 

I should a never come here, stayed home in bed 

 

 Got da runny nose blues, 

I be out a tissues, 

The snot is running down by lip and chin. 

The runny nose blues, 

Gotta remember to use 

My nose spray or I won't win! 

 

 It started a few days ago 

Yes, a few days ago 

Pardon me my nose needs blowed 

 

Why'd I have to come here, so miserable, 

My manager told me I had a song to record, 

They don't seem to know, that I ain't able, 

I can't sing very much, oh lord! 

 

I feel real hot, then I get a chill 

Dammit, feel real hot , then I get a shiverin' chill. 

And by nose continues to fill! 

 

 Feel like I been shot at and missed, 

Shit at and hit, 

Coughin' and moanin' all day long 

Nose won't quit flowin',

 feel worse bit by bit, 

 So I’m gonna finish up this here song. 

 

 My manager can kiss by ass! 

And I hope I done give them all my cold!