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2007-01-21 14:54:20 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous in Entertainment & Music Music

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Charlie Brown by the Coasters

Fe-fe, fi-fi, fo-fo, fum
I smell smoke in the auditorium

Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)

That's him on his knees
I know that's him
Yeah, from 7 come 11
Down in the boys' gym

Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)

Who's always writing on the wall
Who's always goofing in the hall
Who's always throwing spit balls
Guess who (who, me) yeah, you

Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow
Who calls the English teacher, Daddy-O

Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)

[Instrumental Interlude]

Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow
Who calls the English teacher, Daddy-O

Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)

2007-01-21 15:10:36 · answer #1 · answered by Eddie M. 3 · 2 0

Fe fie foo fum I smell the blood of an Englishman, I'll grind his bones to make my bread...This come from the story of Jack and The Beanstalk.

2007-01-21 15:02:52 · answer #2 · answered by corvuequis 4 · 0 1

FE FI FO FUM! I smell the blood of an Enlgish man!!!

2007-01-21 15:01:39 · answer #3 · answered by Ash 1 · 0 1

Fo has to do with Englishmen's blood. Assuming you did not just hit an extra o, you are seeking Foo, a very different thing. (not to be confused with Little Bunny Foo Foo).

Here's the full song. Note: the next line after fe fi foo fum is "Cassius Clay Here I come."

I SHALL BE FREE NO. 10

I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different from anyone
It ain't no use a-talking to me
It's just the same as talking to you.

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen."

Well, I don't know, but I've been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first.
Wowee! pretty scary!

Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree
I want ev'rybody to be free
But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and marry my daughter
You must think I'm crazy!
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba.

Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He's a weird monkey, very funky.

I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat was falling in my face
But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court.

I gotta woman, she's so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
She's funny, wants my money, calls me "honey."

Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf.
I've got a million friends!

Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister's home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin'
I wound up with the Dean of Women
Yippee! I'm a poet, and I know it.
Hope I don't blow it.

I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course.
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds.

Now you're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's probably got you baffled more
Is what this thing here is for.
It's nothing
It's something I learned over in England.

2007-01-21 15:11:59 · answer #4 · answered by World Traveler 3 · 0 1

Charlie Brown by The Coasters

2007-01-21 16:30:09 · answer #5 · answered by Judy M 4 · 0 0

I smell the blood of an Englishman.
be he alive or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.

2007-01-21 15:01:28 · answer #6 · answered by Elly M 3 · 0 1

"looking mighty nice and here she comes"
mitch ryder and the detroit wheels
Devil with the blue dress on

2007-01-21 15:08:20 · answer #7 · answered by lowpointroad 6 · 1 0

"...I smell the blood of an Englishman / Be he alive or be he dead/ I'll grind his bones to make my bread"

2007-01-21 15:02:27 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 0 1

i smell the blood of an englishman

2007-01-21 14:59:49 · answer #9 · answered by natalie rose 3 · 1 1

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