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Coney Island Baby (Simpsons) - One Man Barbershop Quartet - Trudbol A Cappella

Coney Island Baby - Trudbol Barbershop Quartet ► WANT TO LEARN THIS SONG? http://julienneel.com ► JOIN MY PATREON FAN PAGE:   / trudbol   ► DOWNLOAD MY MUSIC: http://trudbol.bandcamp.com ► FACEBOOK:   / trudbolmusic   Coney Island Baby, also known as Goodbye My Coney Island Baby, the barbershop classic sung as a one man a cappella multitrack by Julien Neel (trudbol). "Goodbye, My Coney Island Baby" is a popular barbershop classic song composed in 1924 by Les Applegate. It is often included in the repertoire of a barbershop quartet. The lyrics are not related to Coney Island directly, but are about a man abandoning his love (whom he apparently met at Coney Island) to avoid marriage, the drudgery of which is lamented in the middle section, often known separately as "We All Fall". The song was featured in the Simpson's episode "Homer's Barbershop Quartet", along with the other classic, "Baby On Board" (in episode #82, from season 5 episode 1, first aired on September 30th 1993). The songs were partially sang by Disneyland's "The Dapper Dans", although the series' normal voice actors can be heard every now and then. Coney Island is a peninsula, formerly an island, in southernmost Brooklyn, New York City, USA, with a beach on the Atlantic Ocean. The area was a major resort and site of amusement parks that reached its peak in the early 20th century. It declined in popularity after World War II and endured years of neglect. -- LYRICS -- Goodbye My Coney Island Baby Farewell my own true love. I'm gonna go away and leave you. Never to see you anymore. I'm goin' to sail up on a ferry boat, Never to return again. So goodbye, farewell, so long for ever, Goodbye My Coney Isle, Goodbye My Coney Isle, Goodbye My Coney Island... Chorus: We all fall for some girl who dresses neat, Some girl that's got big feet, We meet her on the street. Then we'll join the army of married boobs, To the altar, Just like leading lambs to slaughter. When it's over, oh boy, we get it good. Bach'lor days we then recall. Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief, Doctor, lawyer, merchant, chief: We are all bound for... (repeat beginning)