At 10 or 11 I memorized the lyrics to "Smut." My mother heard me singing it and threatend to wash my mouth out with soap. So I frantically switched to "Wernher von Braun" and she grounded me instead. Thanks, Tom Lehrer!
Last week while out on a walk (forced march, more like it) with my teenager, we came upon a fresh pigeon cadaver with no external signs of injury. I started in on “Poisoning Pigeons in the Park,” much to the bewilderment of the Swiss boyman— and was ashamed that I let him grow up this far with no knowledge of Tom Lehrer. We now have a spring break project.
At 10 or 11 I memorized the lyrics to "Smut." My mother heard me singing it and threatend to wash my mouth out with soap. So I frantically switched to "Wernher von Braun" and she grounded me instead. Thanks, Tom Lehrer!
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Last week while out on a walk (forced march, more like it) with my teenager, we came upon a fresh pigeon cadaver with no external signs of injury. I started in on “Poisoning Pigeons in the Park,” much to the bewilderment of the Swiss boyman— and was ashamed that I let him grow up this far with no knowledge of Tom Lehrer. We now have a spring break project.
I'm so glad he's still here on the planet with us. He became a poet for the ages the minute he came up with "The Old Dope Peddler."
I'm disappointed that he didn't manage to work a reference to Passover/Pesach into "(I’m Spending) Hanukkah in Santa Monica."