@ 128 CBR 1959.03.20-21 An Evening Wasted with Tom Lehrer (1/11)
I'd like to take you now on wings of song, as it were, and try and help you forget perhaps for a while your drab, wretched lives. Here's a song all about spring-time in general, and in particular, about one of the many delightful pastimes the coming of spring affords us all.
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here Life is skittles and life is beer I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring I do, don't you? 'Course you do But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me And makes ev'ry Sunday a treat for me
All the world seems in tune On a spring afternoon When we're poisoning pigeons in the park Ev'ry Sunday you'll see My sweetheart and me As we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide The sun's shining bright Ev'rything seems all right When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
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We've gained notoriety And caused much anxiety In the Audubon Society With our games vk.com/D___N They call it impiety And lack of propriety And quite a variety Of unpleasant names But it's not against any religion To want to dispose of a pigeon
So if Sunday you're free Why don't you come with me And we'll poison the pigeons in the park And maybe we'll do In a squirrel or two While we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment Except for the few we take home to experiment My pulse will be quickenin' With each drop of strychnine We feed to a pigeon It just takes a smidgen To poison a pigeon in the park