A Chorus of Frogs
Teleplay by Martin Woodhouse
Directed by Raymond Menmuir
Murders
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click a name
to see the face
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Transport
| Marque/type |
Plate |
| (Mason's yacht) |
| (bathyscaph) |
Minutiæ
Julie sings "Hush Little Baby" [8:16, 1:43 long] and Burnaby & Long's parody of "The Lips That Touch Liquor", "The Lips That Touch Kippers" [18:49, 0:47 long]. The trio play a short tune at the beginning of the first yacht scene, entitled "Pots Blues" [3:20, 0:15 long] .
Julie's backing band in this episode is a trio of musicians from the Jack Parnell Orchestra, drummer and band leader Jack Parnell, his regular bassist, Lennie Bush and Kenny Powell as accompianist. Parnell did most of the on-set music at Elstree as well as being regulars at Ronnie Scott's, so it's odd they're here billed as the Kenny Powell trio when Jack was the eminent player.
The Songs
Lyrics in blue italic are not sung by Julie, or inaudible.
Lyrics in red italic have been adapted or ad libbed.
Hush Little Baby
traditional, arr. Kenny Powell/Julie Stevens, 1963
Hush, little darlin', don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mockin'bird
And if that mockin'bird don't sing
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring is brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass gets broke
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat
and if that billy goat don't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and mule
And if that cart and mule turn over
Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover
and if that dog named Rover won't bark
Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart
And if that Horse and Cart fall down,
You'll be the sweetest little baby in town ---
The Lips That Touch Kippers
George T. Evans, 1874, parodied
by H.M. Burnaby & John P. Long, 1924
The lips that touch kippers
shall never touch mine
And though you cry like a child in despair
Though you swear to be true
till your beaver turns blue
and the birds build their nests in your hair
Though you own an old Ford,
and your life's well insured
Still it breaks my poor heart to decline
Give me onions or armour,
sing come-diddy-come, but
The lips that touch kippers,
The lips that touch kippers,
Kippers?! Shall never touch mi--ne