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I'd like to take you now, on wings of song as it were, and try and help you forget for a while your drab, wretched lives.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Every Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)
Oh, soon we'll be out amid the cold world's strife. Soon we'll be sliding down the razor blade of life. Oooh.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)
There once lived a man named Oedipus Rex,
You may have heard about his odd complex.
His name appears in Freud's index
'Cause he loved his mother.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)
We will all go together when we go
Every Hottentot and every Eskimo
When the air becomes uraneous
We will all go simultaneous
Oh, we all will go together when we go.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)
"Life is like a sewer — what you get out of it depends on what you put into it." It's always seemed to me that this is precisely the sort of dynamic, positive thinking that we so desperately need today in these trying times of crisis and universal brouhaha.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)
His rivals used to say quite a bit
That as a monarch he was most unfit.
But still in all they had to admit
That he loved his mother.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)
Take your cigarette from its holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that you're mine,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)
Yes, he loved his mother like no other,
His daughter was his sister and his son was his brother.
One thing on which you can depend is,
He sure knew who a boy's best friend is.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)
I recall this sergeant's informing me and my "room-mates" of this rather deplorable fact the army didn't have any official, excuse me, didn't have no official song and suggested that we work on this in our copious free time.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)
I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
My pulse will be quickenin',
With each drop of strych-a-nine,
We feed to a pigeon
it just takes a smidgen
To poison a pigeon in the park.
An Evening (Wasted) With Tom Lehrer (1959)