Last week i wrote the lyrics and just now added a tune to this song. I hope you’ll listen to it and tell me if it’s worth keeping… Of course this is a rough draft – I think I only used two chords through out the whole thing…
Ten years ago – or so
I saw a little boy at the grocery –
about 3 years old – with his momma –
Had his arms stretched straight out
– like he was a aer-o-plane
Leaning in towards his momma
and circlin’ her – and man,
I mean like Pearl Harbor baby…
And every go ’round he’d say
“woooooo hoooooooo” –
really loud –
like he was a siren or something….
So I looked at my honey and said
“Oh baby, I got’s to do that –
Why can’t I do that?”
And my honey said
“Johnny, you can’t do that…
Now you’ll scare that little boy.
You a grown man, you got to reserve, baby,
you got to reserve…”
“Ok baby, guess I can do that.
I’ll try it anyway…
I won’t stretch out my arms
like a aer-o-plane –
I won’t even circle that
little boy’s momma,
(much as I might want to…)
no, no….
I’z gonna be a good boy,
yeah that’s right.
But honey, you know
That “woo hoo” is deep inside, baby
and you know it got to come out…”
Woo hoo, baby got to hear me
woo hoo, need ya’ real near me
Woo hoo, woo hoo
baby, woo hoo…
Yeah, every little boy want to know
how he gon’ get that prety little girl
So listen boy, this my song
I gonna help you right along
Woo hoo, baby, woo hoo little girl
woo hoo, darlin, woo hoo
Now ev’body says you got to know –
and ev’body knows you got to say:
Woo hoo, little girl
woo hoo, baby doll
woo hoo, yeah, woo hoo
you the prettiest thing I ever seen
come over here and shake that thing
I think you know what I mean, sugar
so come over here and shake that thing.
Yeah woo hoo baby, woo hoo darling
You know you make me move, baby
so shake it up over here in my groove…….
That’s right, just like that,
woo hoo darlin’, woo hoo
Little boy – when you done with aer-o-planes,
give this here a whirl – become a man…
You just say woo hoo, little darlin’
woo hoo……
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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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johnallenrichter 
April 6th, 2015 at 12:46 pm
I like it John my eldest used to do that all the time 🙂
April 7th, 2015 at 11:31 am
I hear that Willow… don’t they all? You know, we go through our whole lives – all of us – thinking that adults teaching little ones is a one way street. But it’s just so not like that. There’s so much we can learn – or relearn – from them – those little ones. Living without fear of reprisal, making those fire truck sounds when we feel like it – not knowing or caring if the worlds watching. Like Ellen DeGeneres says, “Dance like nobody’s watching…..” Yeah, there’s limits, like my song says, got to be a good boy…. But getting there, right on that edge between freedom and responsibility, yeah, that’s where life really begins….
April 7th, 2015 at 12:35 pm
Yes John the children can teach us. Sometimes I just want to play like a little girl. I have song about this by my favourite singer songwriter Imogen Heap I will send it later when I am on the laptop on phone at the moment. xx
April 7th, 2015 at 6:52 pm
The video shows the pain of having to be a grown up!
and here are the words
“First Train Home”
I’ve got to get on it.
I’ve got to get on it.
I’ve got to get on it.
Bodies disengaged, our mouths are fleshing over.
Is this an echo game? Irises retreating to ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face, and blood rushing to paint my handprint.
A Frisbee one by one; your vinyl on lamanent, desperate some kind of contact.
First train home, I’ve got to get on it.
First train home, I’ve got to get on it.
First train home, I’ve got to get on it.
To catch, to catch, catch-catch, catch.
First train home, I’ve got to get on it.
First train home, I’ve got to get on it.
First train home, I’ve got to get on it.
First Train home
Temporal deadzone where clocks are barely breathing.
Yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling, all night clamor to hold it together.
I want to play ‒ don’t wait ‒ forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen, and love someone
And I can’t do any of that here, can I?
First train home, I’ve got to get on it.
First train home, I’ve got to get on it.
First train home, I’ve got to get on it.
First Train home.
So what? You’ve had one too many.
So what? I’m not that much fun to be with.
So what? You’ve come silly hatter.
So what? I didn’t want to come here, anyway.
What matters you, doesn’t matter, matter to me.
What matters to me, doesn’t matter, matter to you.
What matters to you, doesn’t matter, matter to them.
What matters to them, doesn’t change anything.
Got to get on it.
First train home.
Got to get on it.
First train home.
First train home I’ve got to get on it
(I’ve got to get on it)
To catch, to catch, catch-catch, catch.
(First train home)
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home.
(First train home)
To go, to go, to go, get, get, get, get, out, out, out, out, now, now, now, now.