Modern Poetry Edition #49 {Hat Tricks} 

By now, I trust we've all got he hang of this so I'm a gonna
make this short and sweet-like.  Please join me in a warm welcome
to P. Rogers Nelson, that's the artist later known as Prince to
you.  His Raspberry Beret narrowly edged the Temptations, though
everyone got on the tally.  Bob Marley was third place.  This is the
second MPulitzer for Prince, our 49th awarded prize if you're scoring
at home. 

 --Sean

Modern Poetry #49 {Hat Tricks}
[2/15/06]
Who The Cap Fit by Bob Marley
Papa Was A Rolling Stone by The Temptations
** Raspberry Beret by Prince
Hats Off To (Roy) Harper by Led Zeppelin
You Can Leave Your Hat On by Joe Cocker

**Winner of MPulitzer

Tip of the old cap to you, fair and honorable MP reader (and voter). And
now that I've tipped my cap to you, how about puttin' on your voting hat
and, uh, you know, voting!?

Really, though, my hat's off to any who vote, and it's really off to any who
will pass the hat for the good of the MP cause. Sure, now that edition #49
of the MP is out, all this poetry must be feeling a bit old-hat, but if the
MP has lost any momentum, I will eat my hat.

I could go all-day, seriously.

I love this issue, if I do say so. Mayhap it will make up for the Country
Van edition which did not seem to amuse to the extent other recent MP's have.

Anyway, if you ain't guessed it by now, this edition is poems about hats (or
with hats in them). We got Bob with an excellently written poem, the Temps
and wherever Pops laid his hat, and naked girls in hats from Prince and Joe
Cocker -- sweet! Plus some old-school blues-based rock poetry from Zeppelin
III, which is quite catchy, and is only Zeppelin's second-ever nomination
(first one was for 'You Shook Me' in MP #16).

Just read 'em. These are all pretty good for reading, so I trust you'll all
be voting soon. The next issue will be nipping at your heels soon, so be quick.

And take care of your hats. Keep 'em clean and uncrushed. And whatever you
do, don't go ruinin' the lives of crazy kids like Bob and Dianne (Matt
Dillon and Kelly Lynch) the way Nadine (Heather Graham) did in 1989's
wonderful "Drugstore Cowboy" -- by leavin' a dang hat on the bed. Bad Mojo!
Keep them hats off the bed, jeez!

--Sean

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Yo, votos yos poetros, por favor.  Grahtzee.

 

Who The Cap Fit by Bob Marley
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Man to man is so unjust, children
You don't know who to trust
Your worst enemy could be your best friend
And your best friend your worst enemy

Some will eat and drink with you
Then behind them su-su 'pon you
Only your friend know your secrets
So only he could reveal it
And who the cap fit, let them wear it
And who the cap fit, let them wear it
Said I throw me corn, me no call no fowl
I saying, "cok-cok-cok, cluck-cluck-cluck"

Some will hate you, pretend they love you now
Then behind they try to eliminate you
But who Jah bless, no one curse
Thank God we're past the worse

Hypocrites and parasites
Will come up and take a bite
And if your night should turn to day
A lot of people would run away
And who the cap fit, let them wear it
And who the cap fit, let them wear it

And then a gonna trow me corn
And then a gonna call no fowl
And then a gonna "Cok-cok-cok, cluck-cluck-cluck"

Some will eat and drink with you
And then behind them su-su 'pon you
And if your night should turn to day
A lot of people will run away
And who the cap fit, let them wear it
And who the cap fit, let them wear it
I throw me corn, me no call no fowl
I saying "Cok-cok-cok, cluck-cluck-cluck"

Papa Was A Rolling Stone by The Temptations
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It was the third of September.
That day I'll always remember, yes I will.
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died.
I never got a chance to see him.
Never heard nothing but bad things about him.
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.

And Mama just hung her head and said,
"Son, Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."
"Papa was a rolling stone, my son.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."

Well, well

Hey Mama, is it true what they say,
that Papa never worked a day in his life?
And Mama, some bad talk going around town
saying that Papa had three outside children and another wife.
And that ain't right.
Hey, talk about Papa doing some store front preaching.
Talked about saving souls and all the time leeching.
Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord.

Mama just hung her head and said,
"Papa was a rolling stone, my son.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."
"Hey, Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."

Ugh

Hey Mama, I heard Papa called himself a jack of all trades.
Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bills.
Hey Mama, folks say that Papa was never much on thinking.
Spent most of his life chasing women and drinking.
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.

And Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said,
"Son, Papa was a rolling stone. (Well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone, lone, lone, lone, alone."
"Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."

"I said, Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."

Raspberry Beret by Prince
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1-2 1-2-3 Yeah

I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't like my kind
Cause I was a bit 2 leisurely

Seems that I was busy doing something close 2 nothing
But different than the day before
That's when I saw her, Ooh, I saw her
She walked in through the out door, out door

She wore a Raspberry beret
The kind U find in a second hand store
Raspberry beret, And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more
Raspberry beret, I think I love her

Built like she was, She had the nerve 2 ask me
If I planned 2 do her any harm, So, look here,
I put her on the back of my bike, And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm

I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her mixed
She wasn't 2 bright, But I could tell when she kissed me
She knew how 2 get her kicks

She wore a Raspberry beret
The kind U find in a second hand store
Raspberry beret, And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more
Raspberry beret, I think I love her

The rain sounds so cool when it hits the barn roof
And the horses wonder who U are
Thunder drowns out what the lightning sees
U feel like a movie star

Listen, They say the first time ain't the greatest
But I tell ya, If I had the chance 2 do it all again
I wouldn't change a stroke, Cause baby I'm the most
With a girl as fine as she was then

(Raspberry beret) The kind U find (The kind U find)
The kind U find (In a second hand store) Oh no no
(Raspberry beret) (And if it was warm)
Where have all the raspberry women gone? (She wouldn't wear much more)
Yeah (Raspberry beret)

I think I... I think I... I think I love her

(Raspberry beret) No No No, No No No (The kind U find)
(In a second hand store) (Raspberry beret) Tell me
Where have all the raspberry women gone? (And if it was warm she)
(Wouldn't wear much more) (Raspberry beret) I think I love...

Hats Off To (Roy) Harper by Led Zeppelin
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When I done quit hollerin' baby, I believe I'll shake 'em on down
Get my babe, won't be late, You know by that I mean seconds late
Ah, must I holler, Must I shake 'em on down,

Well I've been mistreated, babe, I believe I'll shake 'em on down.
Well I ain't no monkey. I can't climb no tree,
No brown skin woman gonna make no monkey out of me,

I ain't no monkey, Sure can't climb no tree,
I been mistreated babe I believe I'll shake 'em on down,
Well I've been mistreated babe, I believe I'll shake 'em on down.

Listen mama, Put on your mornin' gown'
Put On your nightshirt, Mama, we gonna shake 'em down
Must I holler? Must I shake 'em on down?

Gave my baby a twenty dollar bill,
If that don't get her, I'm sure my shot-shot-shot-gun will,

Yeah, I gave my baby a twenty dollar bill,
If that don't get that woman, I'm sure my shot-gun will.

You Can Leave Your Hat On Lyrics by Joe Cocker
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Baby, take off your coat, real slow
And take off your shoes. I'll take your shoes.
Baby, take off your dress. Yes, yes, yes.

Go on over there, turn on the light, no all the lights
Come back here, stand on this chair, that's right
Raise your arms up to the air, no, shake 'em

You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
Sweet darling

You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
Feeling
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on

Suspicious minds a talkin', try'n' to tear us apart
They don't believe in this love of mine
They don't know I love you

They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is

I know what love is, Sweet darling

You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
Feeling
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on