Lyrics/Jingles
Given below are 4 examples of where lyrics have been written to existing tunes as opposed to original works which, whilst possible at Absolutely Speechless, are not given here.
These examples cover a variety of occasions/situations from wedding celebrations to office Christmas reviews and jingles/advertising to redundancy farewells!
Wedding
This was an additional verse for a well-known hymn (Lord of all Hopefulness) which was to be included on a bride and groom’s big day as a way to personalise the occasion even more.
“Lord of all tenderness, Lord of all love,
Please look down upon us from heaven above
And grant us your blessing then promise to stay,
Close by as our guide Lord,
Along this life’s way.”
Christmas Review
These lyrics were written to various Elvis songs to allow the individual concerned to put a festive slant to some of the king’s classics!
Dearest Santa (Love me
tender)
Dearest Santa.
Dear Rudolf.
Please stop by my house.
Leave a gift for everyone
My Mum, my Dad, my mouse.
Dearest Santa.
Dear Rudolf.
Make my dreams come true.
For dear Santa.
Dear Rudolf.
I believe in you.
My own cookbook (Wooden
Heart)
Can you hear the sleigh bells.
My how good that stuffing smells.
Your recipe please tell,
For I don’t have my own cookbook.
And if you tell to me,
Your secret recipe,
I won’t have to look,
In the library for my own cookbook.
Is it cranberry,
Mixed with rosemary,
Or with parsley, sage,
Or with mint?
Well now that you know,
To the library I’d go,
Perhaps now that you know
For my present you have got the hint!
Return to Santa (Return to
Sender)
I dropped a present down a chimney,
Straight into a sack.
On Boxing Day morning,
The present came right on back.
They wrote upon it;
Return to Santa,
Shoe size unknown,
No such person,
Not even a clone.
We asked for lego,
Not legwarmers.
Better sack your pixie,
And compensate us.
Return to Santa.
Return to Santa.
Return to Santa.
And compensate us!
Red Suede Boots (Blue Suede Shoes)
You get from your Mummy;
Two from me;
Three more sack fulls,
Under your tree but don’t you,
Ask for these red suede boots, uh huh hah;
Well you can have anything
But you can’t have my red boots.
Red suede, red suede boots;
Red suede, red suede boots;
Red suede, red suede boots,
Well you can have anything
But you can’t have my red boots.
You can knock me down,
Right off my sleigh.
Say poor Rudolf,
Has had his day.
Say my white hair’s,
Dyed at its roots,
But uh oh honey lay off of these boots,
Yeh don’t you,
Ask for these red suede boots, uh huh hah;
Well you can have anything
But you can’t have my red boots.
Red suede, red suede boots;
Red suede, red suede boots;
Red suede, red suede boots,
Red suede, red suede boots;
Red suede, red suede boots;
Red suede, red suede boots,
Well you can have anything
But you can’t have my red boots.
I said you can have anything
But you can’t have my red boots!
Farewell Finance!
Bob Dylan’s “The Times are a Changing” was used for this fond farewell to an entire department and also warning message for those left behind in a company starting on the road of a huge re-organisation.
The Times are Definitely
Changing!
Now listen up people, those still left
here;
Keep your eye on the game, don't forget what you
hear.
The road may be rough, so try hard to
steer,
To a place you think is worth
staying;
Then pay and display 'til the crowd start to
cheer,
'Cause the times, they are
a-changing.
For those who are leaving, we wish you all
well.
We hope your new pastures are both green and
swell
And that you'll all prosper away from this
hell,
Your future is there for the taking -
And when you have found it then please come and
tell,
'Cause the times, they are
a-changing!
“Jingle” Bells
The words to a well-known Christmas Carol were altered to reflect a NW England company’s roots (the ghost of Christmas past!) and to outline it’s current day activities (the ghost of Christmas present!) to be used locally as a “jingle” for advertising themselves at a meeting of trades-people in the area just before Christmas 2005.
Away down in
Bolton
Away down in Bolton
In an old brick-built shed,
A man called R Roscoe,
Who long since is dead,
Set up a small business
Of fine joinery
And his skills were passed down to
My father and me
Now I run the business
And still to this day
When we’re fitting our kitchens
I can hear Grandad say:
Take pride in your work son
And fine joinery
And your business will grow just
Like it did for me,
So that’s why, when Roscoe’s
Fit your kitchen inside,
You will notice the diff’rence
‘Cause they’re fitted with pride