It was Louis Jordan, the great R&B singer, talented horn player, and playful songwriter of the 1930’s and 1940’s who happens to be one of my all-time favorite music artists, who co-wrote and recorded “You Can’t Get That No More” (Jordan/Theard).
I have three different CD’s of his from about 11 or 12 years ago that I bought from sidewalk bargain bins in Italy. I thought I’d pull together some of the lyrics from that song in particular for those who have never heard of this legendary artist.

The glamour gals have stopped glamourizing.
They working in defense plants and wearing slacks
and some of the fine chicks is cuttin’ out everyday
joining the WAVES,and the SPARS, and the WACKS.
Now fellas, you can’t get that no more, no no
you can’t get it no mo.’
Fellas you can’t jive these girls like you use to do,
’cause some of ’em is makin’ more money than you,
so, you can’t do that no more.
No, you can’t do that no more.

The girls use to wake up every morning and say,
“Lord, send me a handsome man, one that’s physically fit.”
But Uncle Sam has got all of them now,
and the gals has got to take just what they can get.

uh uh girls, you can’t get that no mo.’
naw naw, you can’t get that no more.
Girls, you can’t be particular, you got to take what’s left,
either them worn out 3A’s or them beat up 4F’s.
You just can’t get it no mo.’
No you can’t get that no more.

So when I read a comment from Tom Hoffarth’s article on Roger, it made me think of this song.
Hoffarth points out how Roger, as a teenager, used to sell parking space on the lawn to those needing one for a Rams game at the Coliseum down the street. It brought in a little extra income, but as the reader commented, it was definitely part of the “good old days.” He continued, “I met my brother once at the Coliseum, and I said ‘where did you park,’ and he replied, ‘I left my car with this guy and $5.00 to park on his lawn.’”

No, you can’t do that no mo.’

(…But if you did, it’d sound something like this…)

Now if you think the Rams are playin’ today, with Van Brocklin and “Crazy Legs” Hirsch,
driving ’round ’cause the parking spots are all taken,
and you hand over your SUV and $15 to some teen who says he’s got a place for you,
don’t do it if you know what’s good, it’s 2008, not ’56, if I’m not mistaken.
No you can’t do that no mo’.
So get with the program,
’cause you can’t do that no more.

You see, you might want to bring back those good old days,
but some of these cats weren’t brought up that way,
so skip it, find a valet,
No you can’t do that no mo’.
No you can’t do that no more.