Song | Poisoning Pigeons In The Park |
Artist | Tom Lehrer |
Album | An Evening Wasted With Tom Lehrer |
作曲 : Lehrer | |
作词 : Lehrer | |
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 particula | |
Out 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. | |
Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo | |
We've gained notoriety, | |
And caused much anxiety | |
In the audubon society | |
With our games. | |
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 smidgin! | |
To poison a pigeon in the park. |
zuò qǔ : Lehrer | |
zuò cí : Lehrer | |
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 springtime in general, and in particula | |
Out one of the many delightful pastimes the coming of spring affords us all. | |
Spring is here, asuhpuhring 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. | |
Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo | |
We' ve gained notoriety, | |
And caused much anxiety | |
In the audubon society | |
With our games. | |
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 smidgin! | |
To poison a pigeon in the park. |