Ferdinand
Bernard Bolan Lyrics


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@billcrowle

It has taken me 60 years to find this again!

@allanwells4886

I used to teach my Year 3/4 kids (9-10 year olds) at Katoomba Primary School his song "The Rose Bay Ferry" with a few discreet changes to some of the lyrics to suit children of this age group. The kids and parents loved it. eg the lyric "...see the naked ladies on my chest" was altered to "... see the pretty mermaids on my chest" and the original "...pull up your anchor, pull your finger out" became "...pull up your anchor, pull the throttle out " and so on. These two were the only changes deemed necessary to avoid possible complaints from any over-sensitive parent(s). Never had one complaint! Bernhard was/is a national treasure. I'd love to hear "Ferdinand" (the farting dog)" on YouTube.

@rogerm4310

First I heard doing this was Derek Brimstone.... this is the second time I've heard it...... great song

@justicelut

Classic!

@rogerm4310

BASINGSTOKE
© Bernard Bolan

I've got a cat called Basingstoke. he's a cat you must admire.
He's black and white, or he was, till the night that he jumped into the fire.
What a night! The tale it must be told,
So grip your seat, for you're in for a treat that will make your blood run cold.
Basingstoke, he used to be so furry
Till he tried to kung-fu the canary.
Up he jumped, soaring ever higher,
Then the soaring stopped and down he dropped in the middle of the fire.

In flames and smoke my Basingstoke went roaring round the room.
His fiery tum and his blackened bum appeared to spell his doom.
What a cat! Whoever would have guessed
He could stick his rear in a pint of beer while beating out his chest?
Basingstoke, he truly is a trier.
It takes guts to sing when you're on fire.
What a cat! You should have seen him strain,
Stuck like glue in the bottom of the loo and trying to pull the chain.

Now life's no joke for Basingstoke; so runs the ugly rumour
That the fiery hob did not just rob him of his sense of humour.
Poor old chap! The prospect it appals.
Just one jump and down with a bump and he's burnt off all his undergrowth.
Basingstoke, his tale is truly tragic.
Fire and smoke, they have robbed him of his magic.
The former spring-pawed terror of the tiles
Just sits and sighs with tears in his eyes 'cause he only raises smiles.

Basingstoke, he used to be a charmer.
Now ladies joke, they talk of fried banana.
Poor old chap! He was too young to retire.
Once he was happy, handsome and hairy,
Just a red-blooded pussy with a taste for canary.
Now he comes somewhere between a fritter and a fairy
Since he walked the fire.

From folkaustralia.com/BernardBolan/lyrics.html

@koomugtoo

I got this on 45 rpm, mint condition and will sell it to the best bidder

@Proactivebeetleondamic

I am in Basingstoke

@annalisasteinnes

I've heard it's nothing to be ashamed of. But I don't know why.

@Proactivebeetleondamic

@@annalisasteinnes i said that 2 years ago and only now you reply

@annalisasteinnes

@@Proactivebeetleondamic I'm sorry it took me so long 😞
But I figured it out after some more googling.

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