Thank you to the venue managers (Ellen, Kathleen, Aiden, Wanda, Karen, Robert, Brian and Frazer) and their staffs for making it a joyfull experience for us. We truly have the best theatre system in the country and this comes from guys who have played them all.

We are now on an extended break before launching out and taking John and Marg, The Distant Drummer, Psycho, The Rhyming Old Timers, Johnny Whimple, The Rappers and some clever tunes and ditties to the rest of the country. After all those years we’re srill excited about this. What’s going on, at all?? It’s probably ’cause we’re too stunned to stop. Wicket.

So, enjoy the Christmas season but don’t blow yourselves up on grub and drown yourself in booze. Ah, what odds, most of you are going to do that anyhow!!! Just stay out of trouble and be good to each other.

Cheers,
Kiv, Rocky & Chaulkie

Over the past few months you have been given a sneak peak of the latest work in the Buddy arsenal and have waited patiently. Well, now the wait is over! Stunned Earle is back in the new release from Buddywasisname and the Other Fellers, their new book “Chainsaw Earle”. Written by Wayne Chaulk and Kevin Blackmore and illustrated by Kevin Tobin, this book will leave you in a laughing frenzy. Be sure to get your copy today!

Check out some photos from the official launch at Chapters!

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2002

Little Silver Curl/ Dan Malone
The 12 Elan [lyrics]
Only 19 [lyrics]
Honey Come Rescue Me [lyrics]
Left Handed Reel
In the Woods [lyrics]
Dumping On Toronto [lyrics]
The Bee [lyrics]
Bring Back My Planet [lyrics]
Girl I Left Behind Me/Down Among the Rushes O
Here Comes The Rain [lyrics]
Eighty-Five Hours [lyrics]
Who Will Watch the Home Place [lyrics]
Up to the Cabin [lyrics]
Newfoundland [lyrics]
Leave Her Johnny [lyrics]

Date

Fruit Loopy [lyrics]
Have You Seen? [lyrics]
‘Til Early Morning [lyrics]
Pop the Rivets
Lunch [lyrics]
Up Against The Clock [lyrics]
Take’er In Tow
Patches [lyrics]
One Chord [lyrics]
Arsos [lyrics]
Joy of Quebec
I’m Looney [lyrics]
Scottische
Big North Wind [lyrics]
Count The Money [lyrics]
O Danny Moo [lyrics]

Lyrics

Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O
And on that farm he had some pigs E I E I O
With an oink oink here and an oink oink there
Here an oink
There an oink
Everywhere an oink oink
Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O

Everybody now, real fun isn’t it

Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O
And on that farm he had some pigs E I E I O
With an ewwwwwewewewew

First time I did that I was at an RCMP ball
All of a sudden I discovered they were bigger than me
By a long shot, you know what I mean
Two hours later I got up and started again
Minus these two teeth

Now old MacDonald had a farm right E I E I O
And on that farm he had a Volkswagen E I E I O
With a beep here and a beep there
And a beep beep here and a beep beep everywhere, beep, beep
Old MacDonald had a farm right E I E I O, yodel lady, yodel, yodel, yodel, yodel lady

Now old MacDonald had a farm
Brought her back now, guaranteed, I suppose
On that farm he had Tarzan alloolololololo
Look out stampede! Wild animals, E I E I O

Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O
And on that farm he had the Vienna Boys’ Choir
Heard from a glen outside Zermatt Switzerland
From a distance of 1000 yards
Singing Beethoven’s “Ode To Joy” in the key of D
Goes like this,
(To the tune of “Joyful Joyful We Adore Thee”)

Old MacDonald had a farm E I O I E,
On that farm he had a spelling problem O E I O O, O E O I, O I E, frig it, A E I O U

Old MacDonald had a farm
Right on the farm no I know
What a farm, E I E I O
He had a McCulloch chainsaw
With a bllll here, and a bllll there
Here bllll, there bllll, everywhere a bllll bllll bllll bllll bllll
Frigin McCulloch all right, ah, that like a dancin, that sun of a bitch
never starts, give me a log Wayne, blllaaaaaaaaa

Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O

Lyrics

I’se the b’y who builds the boat
I’se the b’y that sails her
I’se the b’y that catches the fish
And brings them home to Liza
Hip your partner Sally Tibbo
Hip your partner Sally Brown
Fogo, Twillingate, Mortens Harbor, all around the circle

(KEVIN)
Hold it
Right there
Now boys
That was a perfectly good song
Until you got your dirty gams on the guitar
I know you can play an accordion Ray
But, let me tell you
You’re doing it all wrong
Now boys let me tell you
This is the way we play, “I’se the b’y” in better circles
Now watch this, but
This part on the front is where we do the instrumental work
Now normally of course this is done by an orchestra
Orchestra very large proportions

(RAY)
We can, we can accompany you later on

(KEVIN)
You can
You may providing you can do it Ray
Let’s try it from the top then shall we
Now listen to me
Pretty good so far

I’m the boy who builds the boat
I’m the boy who sails her
I’m the boy who catches the fish
And brings them home to Liza, Liza, Liza
Hip your partner Sally Tibbo
Hip your partner Sally Brown
Fogo, Twillingate, Mortens Harbor, all around the circle

I took Liza to a dance
Faith that she could travel
Every step that she did take
Was up to her knees in gravel, gravel
Every step that she did take
Was up to her knees in mud
Filthy mud

For I’m the boy
(He’s the b’y)
I’m the boy
(He’s the b’y)
I’m the boy who builds the boat
Ime the boy
(He’s the b’y)
I’m the boy
(He’s the b’y)
Brings them home to Liza
(ACCORDIAN BREAK)
Liza, Liza, Liza, Liza, Liza, Liza
La la la Liza
La la la Liza
La la la Liza, Liza
La la la Liza
Builds a boat
Brings them home
Maggoty Fish
No good for winter
I can buy them as good as dat in Bonavista
Liza
Liza

Thank you very much, thank you very much indeed

Lyrics

Want to do the punk junk, out on the floor,
If you’re sick, tis a guaranteed cure!
If you’re bald, will make hair grow!
And if you’re stopped, we’ll make you go!
Swing your partner, grab her by the hair,
Off comes the wig, oh! She’s got none there!
Twirl your partner, all around the place,
Oops! There she goes, into outer space!

Want to do the punk junk, your Mother’s at it now,
Dancin’ to the fiddle, though they all knows how!
From Nain to Burin, out in their punts,
Now boys are all gone, on that wild punk junk!
Swing your partner, work up a sweat.
Don’t let him go, you’ll crack his neck!
Women, kids and men fall in,
You’ll all get up, to the punk junk again!

Lyrics

Now the ice still clings to the rocks in the harbour
And the men are out pounding in Uncle Jim’s shed
For there’s traps to be built and more to be mended
No time for to waste for the work must be done

(CHORUS)
And the fisherman knows life don’t come easy
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down
But then how could life be any other way

With the courage that God gives and the Forefathers know how
They have come to the shores like kelp to the rocks
Generations of hardships have all been forgotten
With a grin and a chuckle they know life must go on

(CHORUS)
And the fisherman knows life don’t come easy
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down
But then how could life be any other way

And they know of the pleasures of soft, easy living
And they know that with those pleasures come torment and pain
So they keep on chopping, pounding, and hauling
For its only the hard work that keeps a man sane

(CHORUS)
And the fisherman knows life don’t come easy
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down
But then how could life be any other way

Now the ice still clings to the rocks in the harbour
And the boys are still sleeping at quarter to two
They’ll be drinking and smoking and dealing with boredom
For its hard when you’re idle and no work to do

(CHORUS)
And the fisherman knows life don’t come easy
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down
But then how could life be any other way
But then how could life be any other way

Lyrics

(KEVIN)
Arse farts!

(RAY)
Now in that song…

(KEVIN)
Arse farts!

(RAY)
No, arse farts wasn’t in that song!

(KEVIN)
No, no, but they didn’t stick it in the dictionary either.

(RAY)
No, that’s what I mean.

(WAYNE)
Which dictionary are you talking about?

(RAY)
The Newfoundland dictionary old dear!

(WAYNE)
Oh, that one.

(KEVIN)
Arse farts

(RAY)
Sure they didn’t stick half the words in there Kevin!

(KEVIN)
Well there’s a good many they didn’t stick in the dictionary, Isn’t there b’y
Wha, S .W .I .T., Sweat

Not in the Newfoundland dictionary

O. M. E. N. E. R. F. S., Oh me nerves

Not in the dictionary

Most basic and fundamental word that they should have had in the Newfoundland dictionary was “How ya gettin on cocky?”

(WAYNE)
They missed it!

(KEVIN)
I mean, when I steps off the ferry in Port Aux Basques
There’s always someone who says, “How ya gettin on buddy?”
Poor buddy from Toronto, fellow comes along and says, “How ya gettin on buddy?”
Buddy said, “I got my ticket; I’m going to walk right on up over the ramp.”
That’s not exactly what he meant by, “How ya gettin on cocky?”
There’s a totally different interpretation, you take

“How you gettin on buddy?”

“Alright b’y and yourself?”

“Where you from?”

“Glovertown”

“Ya, Yes b’y, what’s your name?”

“Ned”

“Ya, yes b’y, I knows you!”

“Go on! ”

“Yes b’y I knows you, I knows your father!”

“Go on!”

“Yes b’y, I knows your father, hold on, hold on, don’t tell me, don’t tell me, your father, your father, ah ah, ah Mr. Genge from Glovertown right?”

“Right on b’y put her there”

“No no no no no, knows your mother too”

“Go on”

“Yes b’y, I knows your mother, your mother, don’t tell me, your mother married Mr. Genge, Mrs. Genge from Glovertown right?”

“Right on buddy put her there!”

“No, hold on, no, no, no, I knows you”

“Go on”

“Yes b’y I knows you, you’re Ned Genge from Glovertown”

“How you know that?”

“You just told me”

“Wha you say?”

“How you going to look up that in the Newfoundland dictionary?”

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