Fatty Finn Music Credits
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music by Grahame Bond and Rory O'Donoghue As well as writing the music for Fatty Finn, Grahame Bond and Rory O'Donoghue would become familiar through the Aunty Jack Show on the ABC. Bond was a founder and leading light of the University of Sydney's Architecture Revues from 1964 to 1969, where he met others of like creative mind, including TV sitcom scriptwriter Geoffrey Atherden, Peter Weir and the director of Fatty Finn, Maurice Murphy. The pair also wrote the music for Peter Weir's short feature Homesdale. As well as starring in Homesdale, Bond can also be seen in the Michael segment of the Commonwealth Film Unit feature film trilogy 3 To Go, also directed by Weir. Bond and O'Donoghue also wrote the music for that segment of the trilogy. Bond has a wiki here. O'Donoghue has a short wiki here, and is mentioned in Bond's, and in the wiki on The Aunty Jack Show. (Below: Grahame Bond in Michael) (Below: Grahame Bond in Homesdale). (Below: Grahame Bond in later years) (Below: Grahame Bond left, with Rory O'Donoghue right, in Aunty Jack pose, and below that Rory O'Donoghue in later years) An EP was released at the time of the key tunes in the film: EP (ST) Polygram POL2229 238 1980 Recorded at Leo Recorders Side A: 1. “Hooray for Fatty Finn” vocals: Rory OʼDonoghue & Fattyʼs Gang 2. “Phar Lap” vocals: Rory OʼDonoghue 3. “Mean Woman Blues” vocals: Sybil OʼDonoghue (Bond/O'Donoghue, C. Control) Side B: 1. “Old Slouch Hat” vocals: Massed Voices of the Australian Light Horse 2. “Fattyʼs Fair” vocals: Rory OʼDonoghue (Bond/O'Donoghue, C. Control) Lyrics for the song that runs over the head titles (a musical version of this number goes over the tail credits): Hip hip … hooray Hip hip … hooray Hip hip … hooray Hip hip … hooray Hooray for Fatty Finn His name is Hubert Finn He's really very thin But everybody down the lane They call him Fatty Finn 'N Tilly is the girl The apple of his eye Who sees that Skeet and Lolly Legs Are always at his side Headlights who can't fight Skeet is just too small Seasy is very easy going Lolly Legs is tall That's all We are the gang We're Fatty's gang Hooray for Fatty Finn Hooray for Fatty Finn He's not fat He's really very thin Hooray for Fatty Finn … hooray Hooray for Fatty Finn … hooray Everybody thinks that they go Round with Fatty Finn Bruiser Murphy leads the gang Who hated Fatty Finn His band of bullies wanted blood But they could never win I smell a rat, his name is Fatty Curse you Fatty Finn Hooray, hooray, hooray for Fatty Finn Hooray for Fatty Finn Hooray for Fatty Finn He's not fat He's really very thin Hooray for Fatty Finn … hooray Hooray for Fatty Finn … hooray He's not fat He's really very thin Algernon Snootle is very rich He lives upon Snob Hill His sister's just a pain in the neck But he's a bigger dill I say, I say, hip hip hooray Hooray for Fatty Finn, Hooray for Fatty Finn He's not fat He's really very thin Hooray for Fatty Finn … hooray Hooray for Fatty Finn … hooray Everybody thinks that they go Round with Fatty Finn There are a number of songs briefly quoted on the soundtrack, including a couple to do with the the theme of cricket that runs through Fatty Finn's story. The film quotes, without crediting it, a few lines from a song written by Jack O'Hagan, released in time for broadcast during the 1930 Ashes Test series between England and Australia. Lyrics for Our Don Bradman: Who is it that all Australia raves about? Who has won our very highest praise? Now is it Amy Johnson, or little Mickey Mouse? No! it's just a country lad who's bringing down the house. And he's Refrain: Our Don Bradman - And I ask you is he any good? Our Don Bradman - As a bastman he can sure lay on the wood. For when he goes in to bat He knocks ev'ry record flat, For there isn't any thing he cannot do, Our Don Bradman - Ev'ry Aussie "dips his lid" to you. Our Don Bradman - Now I ask you is he any good? Our Don Bradman - As a batsman he is certainly "plum pud". Tate and Larwood meet their fate, For it's always "shut the gate" When our boy from Bowral hits four after four. Our Don Bradman - Always manages to top the score. Woodfull, Grimmett, Ponsford, Kippax and the rest, Proved that they were equal to the best, How gallantly and nobly, we know they've done their share, But there's one tops them all, a real Devil-may-care. And he's Refrain: Our Don Bradman - And I ask you is he any good? Our Don Bradman - As a bastman he can sure lay on the wood. How that Mister Lion, poor fish, Must just sit and wish and wish, That our Don had never come across the foam, Our Don Bradman - What a welcome waits for you back home. Our Don Bradman - Now I ask you is he any good? Our Don Bradman - As a batsman he is certainly "plum pud" Tho' those cricketers now gone. Trumper, and Spofforth and so on, Wrote their names forever in the Hall of Fame, Our Don Bradman - Is the greatest ever played the game. Another brief excerpt, also uncredited, comes from Jack "The Whispering Baritone" Lumsdaine's song Our Eleven, also written in 1930 in support of Don Bradman's team: A bunch of boys went sailing away To blighty across the sea Keeping strong and fit, each one did his bit Fighting for victory You all know just who I mean It's the nineteen thirty Aussie team Our Eleven, they did their best Our Eleven, to win each test Gee! but how those boys can wield the willow Seems as light to them as a feather pillow How they can bowl, how they can bat Knock 'em round and never care for this or that Our Eleven. They'll be in heaven When they're bringing the Ashes home The boys would all laugh, when Larwood would "strafe" They played 'em and flayed 'em as well, Way out in the field, they would never yield Till all the wickets fell Don knocked up a mighty score Even when he heard the "Lion's" roar Our Eleven, they did their best Our Eleven, to win each test Gee! but how Don Bradman wields the willow Seems as light to Woodfull as a feather pillow Grimmett can Bowl, Kippax can bat Oldfield puts his hand up as he says "Howzat?" Our Eleven. They'll be in heaven When they're bringing the Ashes home. .