Welcome to Three Tune Tuesday
A Journey into the Soundtrack of the Past
Why Three Tune Tuesday?
Because it’s more than nostalgia—it’s a time machine. By listening closely to these century-old voices, we rediscover the roots of today’s music and the stories of the people who sang them. Each crackle and hiss carries history: resilience in hard times, laughter in the face of change, and artistry that still resonates.
Where to Listen
- Right here at Blind Skeleton, the podcast home of Three Tune Tuesday.
- On Apple Podcasts.
- Or wherever you enjoy your weekly dose of vintage sound
Whether you’re a history buff, a music lover, or simply curious, Three Tune Tuesday offers an inspiring window into the past. Tune in each week to experience the melodies and stories that laid the groundwork for the music we know and love today.
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Welcome to “Three Tune Tuesday,” where vintage sound meets timeless music in a weekly exploration of acoustically recorded gems. Each episode, join us on a unique auditory journey through different genres and eras, as we feature three carefully selected tracks that showcase the rich tapestry of music history. Whether you’re a seasoned audiophile or new to the world of vintage entertainment, there’s something here for everyone.
Dive into the heart of music with your host, a passionate collector who brings these tracks to life on period-appropriate phonographs, offering not just songs but an authentic listening experience. From jazz and blues to folk and beyond, our “theme of the week” format keeps every episode fresh and exciting, blending informative insights with a casual, engaging style.
“Three Tune Tuesday” is for music lovers and vintage enthusiasts alike, providing a rare glimpse into the past through the lens of a private collection that stands as a testament to the enduring power of music. Tune in weekly to rediscover the sounds that shaped generations, played as they were meant to be heard, on the machines that first brought them to the world’s ears.
Lyrics
I Certainly Must Be in Love
Mamey McShane was a dumb, dizzy dame that lived over on Hoist Avenue.
She couldn’t be beaten for dancing and eating those two things was all that she knew.
She met Jimmy Peter, a nifty cake eater, one night at the gasp at a stall.
That guy danced her lame, now the girl’s all kidmame, but here’s how she answers them all.
Since I met that kid, I’m clean off a mean litchie, I certainly must be in love.
I can’t do me work and I can’t sleep at night, I’m dreaming of moiders and boiklers and fights.
That guy’s got me vamped when he looks in me lamps, I feel like I’m in heaven above.
We go to a dance and get home about two, but I don’t get upstairs till the boys start to coo.
When I stand in cold hallways and flight with the blue, gee, I certainly must be in love.
Jimmy’s not smart, but that guy’s got a heart that’s as big as a homemade mince pie.
And gee, ain’t he jealous of those other fellas that speak to me when I pass by.
But he needn’t fear him, I wouldn’t go near him if they gave me diamonds and coins.
I’m strong for me, Kim, and I’ll stick right to him as long as he don’t flight with girls.
Me whole life is spoiled, I’m not long for this while, gee, I certainly must be in love.
I carried his picture right next to me heart, I kissed it so much that it all fell apart.
Me bottle bounced me, I can’t add three and three, there’s just one poison I’m thinking of.
I jumped in the bathtub and scrubbed myself white, and now I’m convinced that me mind isn’t right.
Cause when I take a bath before Saturday night, gee, I certainly must be in love.
In My Merry Oldsmobile
Young Johnny Steele has an Oldsmobile
He loves a dear little girl
She is the queen of his gas machine
She has his heart in a whirl
Now when they go for a spin, you know
She tries to learn the auto, so
He lets her steer, while he gets her ear
And whispers soft and low…
Come away with me, Lucille
In my merry Oldsmobile
Down the road of life we’ll fly
Automobubbling, you and I
To the church we’ll swiftly steal
Then our wedding bells will peal
You can go as far as you like with me
In my merry Oldsmobile
They love to “spark” in the dark old park
As they go flying along
She says she knows why the motor goes
The “sparker” is awfully strong
Each day they “spoon” to the engine’s tune
Their honeymoon will happen soon
He’ll win Lucille with his Oldsmobile
And then he’ll fondly croon…
Come away with me, Lucille
In my merry Oldsmobile
Down the road of life we’ll fly
Automobubbling, you and I
To the church we’ll swiftly steal
Then our wedding bells will peal
You can go as far as you like with me
In my merry Oldsmobile
Don’t Bring Lulu
Go bring Lulu! Go bring Lulu!
Your presence is requested, wrote little Johnny White.
But with this invitation, there is a stipulation.
When you attend this party, you all be treated right.
But there’s a wild and wooly woman you boys can’t invite.
You can bring Pearl, she’s a darn nice girl, but don’t bring Lulu.
You can bring Rose with a turned up nose, but don’t bring Lulu.
Lulu always wants to do what the folks don’t want her to do.
When she’s brought herself around, London Bridge is falling down.
You can bring cake for a porterhouse steak, but don’t bring Lulu.
Lulu gets blue and goes coo-coo like the clock upon the shelf.
She’s the kind of smartie, greats up every party.
Colorful Lulu, don’t bring Lulu, I’ll bring her myself.
Last week we had a party, a real heist on the fair.
And then along came Lulu, wild as any Zulu.
She started into Charlton and howled the voices there.
But when she did the hula-hula, then she got the air.
You can bring Flo, her dad’s got dough, but don’t bring Lulu.
You can bring Milk, she’s an awful kill, but don’t bring Lulu.
Lulu has the reddest hair, auburn ear and tenor there.
How can we boys keep our heads full so wild when they see red?
You can bring peas and crullers and cheese, but don’t bring Lulu.
When she gets door and slams the door, the plates lie off the shelf.
She can make a fella wild on Sapperella.
Colorful Lulu, don’t bring Lulu, she’ll come here herself.
Don’t bring Lulu.
Don’t bring Lulu.
You can bring ham and crackers and jam, but don’t bring Lulu.
Lulu goes wild and when she’s wild she climbs up on the shelf.
She can make a passer, be a dancing master.
Colorful Lulu, don’t bring Lulu, I’ll bring her myself.
I’ll bring her myself.
