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Nacky's Blog
Topic: Booneville Blues
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fiogf49gjkf0d UPDATE! August 31, 2018 I think I got all the lyrics figured out! Thanks in part to this one (of only two) on youtube offering this track! youtu.be/lyBWZ7eKBYs
*One Night in Boonville - Furry Head and The Favorites* Boonville, boring little city
The people don't know what havin' fun's for
Each night it's the same old thing
It's enough to grow hair on Yul Brenner Time flies, every other minute
Past the church where the ladies got a big sale in it
Oh gross, dinner time is when you hit the local café
It's no ordinary menu There's potato soup, stuffed potatoes, potato fries, or this stuff!
What is that?! Ugh, my goodness! One night in Boonville, feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Don't drive your car beyond the speed limit there
I can feel a sheriff driving up to me
(In the 35 zone doing 43) One town's really like another
But this one's like another and another and another
It's a drag, it's a bore, never even lock their doors
Haven't really seen a party since the second world war What do ya know, this is an uncrowded, dinky, backward
little parking lot if I ever saw!
Bingo at the singles apartments, benefit the volunteer fire department
Get rowdy? You might as well forget it
They got their own TV station and everyone can get it
They get their kicks from Phil Silvers and Ernest Borgnine, sunshine One night in Boonville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Housewives do laundry and the rednecks drink there
All the kids do book reports on MTV
(I can feel the flute-player sneakin' up on me) First Redneck: Whut the heck is that?
Second Redneck: I don't know, kinda like a flute there.
First Redneck: Gimme some Hank Williams, Jr.
Second Redneck: Julio Iglay-si-ous
First Redneck: Yeah! I am, sure these folks are idjits
It's the ultimate display of mental midgets
This bugs me more than artificial pork fritters or John Ritter
Thank God I'm only visiting this place, driving through I don't see Boonville becoming any more
hip and happenin' than Casper, Wyoming
I'd play ya some Chess, I would invite you
But something this boring would probably excite you So you better go back to your leisure suits
Your food processors, your AM/FM digital clock radios
with snooze alarms One night in Boonville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
So bring a six-pack if you ever go there
Pouch of chaw fer you and a deck of cards for me
I can feel that six-pack going straight through me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Years and years ago, on the Dr Demento Show, I heard a parody of the song 'One Night In Bangkok' called 'One Night In Booneville' and taped it and to this friggin' day I still have no idea who recorded this thing. Here are the lyrics (as best as I could understand them). The quality isn't very good as it's on cassette, and taped off the radio. Not a crystal clear track, as you might imagine, so I couldn't hear some of the lines very well. One Night In Booneville (or Boonville) Booneville, boring little city... (took out the lyrics here because they were incomplete with some ???'s in some lines.
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fiogf49gjkf0d One Night in Boonville - Furry Head and The Favorites
Boonville, boring little city
The people don't know what havin' fun's for
Each night it's the same old thing
It's enough to grow hair on Yul Brenner
Time flies, every other minute
Past the church where the ladies got a big sale in it
Oh gross, dinner time is when you hit the local café
It's no ordinary menu
There's potato soup, stuffed potatoes, potato fries, or this stuff!
What is that?! Ugh, my goodness!
One night in Boonville, feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Don't drive your car beyond the speed limit there
I can feel a sheriff driving up to me
(In the 35 zone doing 43)
One town's really like another
But this one's like another and another and another
It's a drag, it's a bore, never even lock their doors
Haven't really seen a party since the second world war
What do ya know, this is an uncrowded, dinky, backward
little parking lot if I ever saw!
Bingo at the singles apartments benefit the volunteer fire department
Get rowdy? You might as well forget it
They got their own TV station and everyone can get it
They get their kicks from Phil Silvers and Ernest Borgnine, sunshine
One night in Boonville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Housewives do laundry and the rednecks drink there
All the kids do book reports on MTV
(I can feel the flute-player sneakin' up on me)
First Redneck: Whut the heck is that?
Second Redneck: I don't know, I don't like that flute there.
First Redneck: Gimme some Hank Williams, Jr.
Second Redneck: Julio Iglay-si-ous!
First Redneck: Yeah!
I am, sure these folks are idjits
It's the ultimate display of mental midgets
This bugs me more than artificial pork fritters or John Ritter
Thank God I'm only visiting this place, driving through
I don't see Boonville becoming any more hip and
happenin' than Casper, Wyoming
I'd play ya some Chess, I would invite you
But something this boring would probably excite you
So you better go back to your leisure suits
Your food processors, your AM/FM digital clock radios
with snooze alarms
One night in Boonville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
So bring a six-pack if you ever go there
??? fer you and a deck of cards for me
I can feel that six-pack going straight through me!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpagxWs7pG4
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fiogf49gjkf0d In reality, there was no lawsuit filed. The mayor threatened to sue, but reversed his thinking once the traffic in Boonville increased dramatically after the airing of the song. The song was never pulled due to legal issues, but only after it (the song) became less popular. 'Boonville' was written and produced by Dave Thompson, a production genius at WSTO-FM at the time. He also sang the chorus part of the song. The verses were spoken by airstaff member Indiana Jonze.
n122vu:
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This song is a fond memory from my childhood. I grew up not far from the town mentioned in the song, about 20 miles away from it.
This song was recorded in the 80's by a group called Furry Head & the Favorites. They were a group formed by a DJ in Evansville, Indiana who at the time worked at 96.1 WSTO, which played the song exclusively. The song refers to the town of Boonville, Indiana, which is not far from Evansville.
If I remember correctly (I was 7 or 8 back then), not long after the song first aired, the town of Boonville filed a lawsuit against the radio station and won. As a result, they were no longer allowed to play it
**EDIT: While Googleing the song, found this thread, with a reply from one of the members of FH&TF. Looks like an old thread though. Brian Jackson, mentioned by the member, was a DJ at STO when the song came out & one of the members of the group & was apparently putting this and some of their other songs on CD (including "Stevie, Shoot a Three-Pointer," a song about Steve Alford, who played basketball for IU back then, to the tune of "My Baby, She Wrote Me a Letter")
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boards.radio-info.com/smf/index.php?topic=106021.0
Line completion/correction:
I can feel a sherriff driving up on me.
(In a thirty-five zone doing forty-three)
Nacky:
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Years and years ago, on the Dr Demento Show, I heard a parody of the song 'One Night In Bangkok' called 'One Night In Booneville' and taped it and to this friggin' day I still have no idea who recorded this thing. Here are the lyrics (as best as I could understand them). The quality isn't very good as it's on cassette, and taped off the radio. Not a crystal clear track, as you might imagine, so I couldn't hear some of the lines very well.
One Night In Booneville (or Boonville)
Booneville, boring little city
The people don't know what havin' fun's for
Each night it's the same old thing
It's enough to grow hair on Yul Brenner
Time flies, every other minute
Past the church where the ladies got a big sale in it
Oh gross, dinner time is when you hit the local café
It's no ordinary menu (venue?)
There's potato soup, stuffed potatoes, potato fries, or this stuff!
What is that?! Ugh, my goodness!
One night in Booneville, feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Don't drive your car beyond the speed limit there
I can feel a sherriff driving up to me
(??? ??? I'm doing forty-three)
One town's really like another
But this one's like another and another and another
It's a drag, it's a bore, never even lock their doors
Haven't really seen a party since the second world war
What do ya know, this is an uncrowded, ???, backward little ???
Bingo at the singles apartments, benefit the volunteer fire department
Get rowdy? You might as well forget it
They got their own TV station and everyone can get it
They get their kicks from Phil Silvers and Ernest Borgnine, sunshine
One night in Booneville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Housewives do laundry and the rednecks drink there
All the kids do book reports on MTV
(I can feel the flute-player sneakin' up on me)
First Redneck: Whut the heck is that?
Second Redneck: I don't know, kinda like a flute there. Maybe it's Hank Williams, Jr.?
First Redneck: Julio Iglay-si-ous?
Second Redneck: Yeah!
I am, sure these folks are idjits
It's the ultimate display of mental midgets
This bugs me more than artificial pork fritters or John Ritter
Thank God I'm only visiting this place, driving through
I don't see Booneville becoming any more hip and
happenin' than Casper, Wyoming
I'd play ya some Chess, I would invite you
But something this boring would probably excite you
So you better go back to your leisure suits
Your food processors, your AM/FM digital clock radios
with snooze alarms
One night in Booneville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
So bring a six-pack if you ever go there
??? fer you and a deck of cards for me
I can feel that six-pack going straight through me
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fiogf49gjkf0d This song is a fond memory from my childhood. I grew up not far from the town mentioned in the song, about 20 miles away from it.
This song was recorded in the 80's by a group called Furry Head & the Favorites. They were a group formed by a DJ in Evansville, Indiana who at the time worked at 96.1 WSTO, which played the song exclusively. The song refers to the town of Boonville, Indiana, which is not far from Evansville.
If I remember correctly (I was 7 or 8 back then), not long after the song first aired, the town of Boonville filed a lawsuit against the radio station and won. As a result, they were no longer allowed to play it
**EDIT: While Googleing the song, found this thread, with a reply from one of the members of FH&TF. Looks like an old thread though. Brian Jackson, mentioned by the member, was a DJ at STO when the song came out & one of the members of the group & was apparently putting this and some of their other songs on CD (including "Stevie, Shoot a Three-Pointer," a song about Steve Alford, who played basketball for IU back then, to the tune of "My Baby, She Wrote Me a Letter")
.
boards.radio-info.com/smf/index.php?topic=106021.0
Line completion/correction:
I can feel a sherriff driving up on me.
(In a thirty-five zone doing forty-three)
Nacky:
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Years and years ago, on the Dr Demento Show, I heard a parody of the song 'One Night In Bangkok' called 'One Night In Booneville' and taped it and to this friggin' day I still have no idea who recorded this thing. Here are the lyrics (as best as I could understand them). The quality isn't very good as it's on cassette, and taped off the radio. Not a crystal clear track, as you might imagine, so I couldn't hear some of the lines very well.
One Night In Booneville (or Boonville)
Booneville, boring little city
The people don't know what havin' fun's for
Each night it's the same old thing
It's enough to grow hair on Yul Brenner
Time flies, every other minute
Past the church where the ladies got a big sale in it
Oh gross, dinner time is when you hit the local café
It's no ordinary menu (venue?)
There's potato soup, stuffed potatoes, potato fries, or this stuff!
What is that?! Ugh, my goodness!
One night in Booneville, feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Don't drive your car beyond the speed limit there
I can feel a sherriff driving up to me
(??? ??? I'm doing forty-three)
One town's really like another
But this one's like another and another and another
It's a drag, it's a bore, never even lock their doors
Haven't really seen a party since the second world war
What do ya know, this is an uncrowded, ???, backward little ???
Bingo at the singles apartments, benefit the volunteer fire department
Get rowdy? You might as well forget it
They got their own TV station and everyone can get it
They get their kicks from Phil Silvers and Ernest Borgnine, sunshine
One night in Booneville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Housewives do laundry and the rednecks drink there
All the kids do book reports on MTV
(I can feel the flute-player sneakin' up on me)
First Redneck: Whut the heck is that?
Second Redneck: I don't know, kinda like a flute there. Maybe it's Hank Williams, Jr.?
First Redneck: Julio Iglay-si-ous?
Second Redneck: Yeah!
I am, sure these folks are idjits
It's the ultimate display of mental midgets
This bugs me more than artificial pork fritters or John Ritter
Thank God I'm only visiting this place, driving through
I don't see Booneville becoming any more hip and
happenin' than Casper, Wyoming
I'd play ya some Chess, I would invite you
But something this boring would probably excite you
So you better go back to your leisure suits
Your food processors, your AM/FM digital clock radios
with snooze alarms
One night in Booneville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
So bring a six-pack if you ever go there
??? fer you and a deck of cards for me
I can feel that six-pack going straight through me
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fiogf49gjkf0d Hey thank you for the info! Now that I have a name, I might be able to find the lyrics and hopefully the song in better condition! I have a feeling, though, that my page here is probably the only place where the lyrics exist. But I'll look around anyway...I'd like to know what all the lyrics are.
I can't believe that people of Boonville, Indiana (why does that not surprise me?) called in and complained about that! They just proved they had no life! Any other town being the subject of a parody would have thought it was cool.
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It was recored by DJ Brian Jackson of WSTO radio in Owensboro, Kentucky, under his parody band name "Furry Head and the Favorites," one he used for many spoof songs. The song was written about Boonville, Indiana. The station decided not to play the song after people from Boonville complained. Jackson brought then-mayor Tom Pryor on the air and apologized, promising never again to air the tune. I know this story because I was a kid growing up in the area at the time. I found your post when searching for the old lyrics after hearing "One Night in Bankok" today.
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fiogf49gjkf0d By the way, "Furry Head and the Favorites" followed up "One Night in Boonville" with a kiss-and-make-up parody of Wham's "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" entitled, "Let's Get Up And Go to Boonville."
Nacky:
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Years and years ago, on the Dr Demento Show, I heard a parody of the song 'One Night In Bangkok' called 'One Night In Booneville' and taped it and to this friggin' day I still have no idea who recorded this thing. Here are the lyrics (as best as I could understand them). The quality isn't very good as it's on cassette, and taped off the radio. Not a crystal clear track, as you might imagine, so I couldn't hear some of the lines very well.
One Night In Booneville (or Boonville)
Booneville, boring little city
The people don't know what havin' fun's for
Each night it's the same old thing
It's enough to grow hair on Yul Brenner
Time flies, every other minute
Past the church where the ladies got a big sale in it
Oh gross, dinner time is when you hit the local café
It's no ordinary menu (venue?)
There's potato soup, stuffed potatoes, potato fries, or this stuff!
What is that?! Ugh, my goodness!
One night in Booneville, feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Don't drive your car beyond the speed limit there
I can feel a sherriff driving up to me
(??? ??? I'm doing forty-three)
One town's really like another
But this one's like another and another and another
It's a drag, it's a bore, never even lock their doors
Haven't really seen a party since the second world war
What do ya know, this is an uncrowded, ???, backward little ???
Bingo at the singles apartments, benefit the volunteer fire department
Get rowdy? You might as well forget it
They got their own TV station and everyone can get it
They get their kicks from Phil Silvers and Ernest Borgnine, sunshine
One night in Booneville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Housewives do laundry and the rednecks drink there
All the kids do book reports on MTV
(I can feel the flute-player sneakin' up on me)
First Redneck: Whut the heck is that?
Second Redneck: I don't know, kinda like a flute there. Maybe it's Hank Williams, Jr.?
First Redneck: Julio Iglay-si-ous?
Second Redneck: Yeah!
I am, sure these folks are idjits
It's the ultimate display of mental midgets
This bugs me more than artificial pork fritters or John Ritter
Thank God I'm only visiting this place, driving through
I don't see Booneville becoming any more hip and
happenin' than Casper, Wyoming
I'd play ya some Chess, I would invite you
But something this boring would probably excite you
So you better go back to your leisure suits
Your food processors, your AM/FM digital clock radios
with snooze alarms
One night in Booneville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
So bring a six-pack if you ever go there
??? fer you and a deck of cards for me
I can feel that six-pack going straight through me
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fiogf49gjkf0d It was recored by DJ Brian Jackson of WSTO radio in Owensboro, Kentucky, under his parody band name "Furry Head and the Favorites," one he used for many spoof songs. The song was written about Boonville, Indiana. The station decided not to play the song after people from Boonville complained. Jackson brought then-mayor Tom Pryor on the air and apologized, promising never again to air the tune. I know this story because I was a kid growing up in the area at the time. I found your post when searching for the old lyrics after hearing "One Night in Bankok" today.
Nacky:
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Years and years ago, on the Dr Demento Show, I heard a parody of the song 'One Night In Bangkok' called 'One Night In Booneville' and taped it and to this friggin' day I still have no idea who recorded this thing. Here are the lyrics (as best as I could understand them). The quality isn't very good as it's on cassette, and taped off the radio. Not a crystal clear track, as you might imagine, so I couldn't hear some of the lines very well.
One Night In Booneville (or Boonville)
Booneville, boring little city
The people don't know what havin' fun's for
Each night it's the same old thing
It's enough to grow hair on Yul Brenner
Time flies, every other minute
Past the church where the ladies got a big sale in it
Oh gross, dinner time is when you hit the local café
It's no ordinary menu (venue?)
There's potato soup, stuffed potatoes, potato fries, or this stuff!
What is that?! Ugh, my goodness!
One night in Booneville, feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Don't drive your car beyond the speed limit there
I can feel a sherriff driving up to me
(??? ??? I'm doing forty-three)
One town's really like another
But this one's like another and another and another
It's a drag, it's a bore, never even lock their doors
Haven't really seen a party since the second world war
What do ya know, this is an uncrowded, ???, backward little ???
Bingo at the singles apartments, benefit the volunteer fire department
Get rowdy? You might as well forget it
They got their own TV station and everyone can get it
They get their kicks from Phil Silvers and Ernest Borgnine, sunshine
One night in Booneville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
Housewives do laundry and the rednecks drink there
All the kids do book reports on MTV
(I can feel the flute-player sneakin' up on me)
First Redneck: Whut the heck is that?
Second Redneck: I don't know, kinda like a flute there. Maybe it's Hank Williams, Jr.?
First Redneck: Julio Iglay-si-ous?
Second Redneck: Yeah!
I am, sure these folks are idjits
It's the ultimate display of mental midgets
This bugs me more than artificial pork fritters or John Ritter
Thank God I'm only visiting this place, driving through
I don't see Booneville becoming any more hip and
happenin' than Casper, Wyoming
I'd play ya some Chess, I would invite you
But something this boring would probably excite you
So you better go back to your leisure suits
Your food processors, your AM/FM digital clock radios
with snooze alarms
One night in Booneville feels like half a month there
Not much to do and even less to see
So bring a six-pack if you ever go there
??? fer you and a deck of cards for me
I can feel that six-pack going straight through me
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