I love Tom Lehrer. He is astonishingly influential, especially when you consider he wrote only a few dozen songs, and that in his entire performing career he barely exceeded 100 live appearances.
And while most topical political songs have a shelf life approximating that of unrefrigerated fish in the tropics, his political songs (this one isn’t political, of course) are amazingly fresh and relevant 50+ years later.
He has also led a remarkably unconventional life, simply going his own way, and doing pretty much what he wants to do, at least as far as I can tell. More power to him.
edmundogsays
Rick Nestler does a great version of this. The man has an astonishing repertoire of humorous Irish songs about death.
Stardrakesays
And it’s still frequently sung by Irish ballad-singers–at least the non-“folkier-than-thou” types. Like me.
It’s not that exaggerated, either–the Clancy Brothers sang a song called “Weela Waile” about sticking a knife in a babby’s (baby’s) head. The moral of the song was “Don’t stick knives in babby’s heads”! And this was a children’s song……
Very true. When cooking a babby, use a toothpick or a fork, not a knife, to test whether or not it is done. :P
birgerjohanssonsays
“Weela Waile”
So Mr. Punch is not English, he is an Irish immigrant?
Makes sense, starts by killing babies, then kills Death himself. That is some powerful Geas.
birgerjohanssonsays
The moral of the song was “Don’t stick knives in babby’s heads”!
LIBERAL BIAS!!!!!
The song is intended to indoctrinate children into a socialist way of thinking: That people should not have complete freedom to do what they want. Like buying assault rifles. Isn’t that obvious.
(knives don’t kill babies. People with knives kill babies)
And while we are being topical, how about a bit of the Vatican Rag?
A Hermitsays
How you know you’re in Canada:
You’re celebrating St. Patrick’s Day in an English pub listening to a bunch of Icelandic guys singing Scottish folk songs while practicing your French with some German friends and eating Nachos served to you by an Asian waitress with a Spanish accent.
Man, I love this country!
birgerjohanssonsays
Canada, the cool part of North America (no pun intended).
tbp1says
#12: Can’t top your story but I can come close: while wandering through Kreuzberg, at that time a largely Turkish district, in Berlin some years ago, another American and I spotted at bar called The Celtic Cottage and went in. An all-German band was doing bluegrass. They were quite good, actually, although the accents were hysterical (“Güd öld Röckytöpf, Röckytöpf, Tennüseeeeee”).
JohnnieCanucksays
Birger at 13.
Quite true, if you don’t count Alaska, which of course historically was part of Russia. Maybe what we’ve got is more square kilometres of cool than USAians do.
chigau (違う)says
A Hermit
You’re celebrating St. Patrick’s Day in an English pub listening to a bunch of Icelandic guys singing Scottish folk songs while practicing your French with some German friends and eating Nachos served to you by an Asian waitress with a Spanish accent.
chigau (違う) says
Wow. Tom Lehrer isn’t dead!
vaiyt says
You can never go wrong with more Tom Lehrer.
tbp1 says
I love Tom Lehrer. He is astonishingly influential, especially when you consider he wrote only a few dozen songs, and that in his entire performing career he barely exceeded 100 live appearances.
And while most topical political songs have a shelf life approximating that of unrefrigerated fish in the tropics, his political songs (this one isn’t political, of course) are amazingly fresh and relevant 50+ years later.
He has also led a remarkably unconventional life, simply going his own way, and doing pretty much what he wants to do, at least as far as I can tell. More power to him.
edmundog says
Rick Nestler does a great version of this. The man has an astonishing repertoire of humorous Irish songs about death.
Stardrake says
And it’s still frequently sung by Irish ballad-singers–at least the non-“folkier-than-thou” types. Like me.
It’s not that exaggerated, either–the Clancy Brothers sang a song called “Weela Waile” about sticking a knife in a babby’s (baby’s) head. The moral of the song was “Don’t stick knives in babby’s heads”! And this was a children’s song……
addie says
that’s a culturally universal message.
The Vicar (via Freethoughtblogs) says
Very true. When cooking a babby, use a toothpick or a fork, not a knife, to test whether or not it is done. :P
birgerjohansson says
“Weela Waile”
So Mr. Punch is not English, he is an Irish immigrant?
Makes sense, starts by killing babies, then kills Death himself. That is some powerful Geas.
birgerjohansson says
The moral of the song was “Don’t stick knives in babby’s heads”!
LIBERAL BIAS!!!!!
The song is intended to indoctrinate children into a socialist way of thinking: That people should not have complete freedom to do what they want. Like buying assault rifles. Isn’t that obvious.
(knives don’t kill babies. People with knives kill babies)
Ichthyic says
no you didn’t.
St Paddys was yesterday.
what?
Gregory in Seattle says
I <3 Tom Lehrer.
And while we are being topical, how about a bit of the Vatican Rag?
A Hermit says
How you know you’re in Canada:
You’re celebrating St. Patrick’s Day in an English pub listening to a bunch of Icelandic guys singing Scottish folk songs while practicing your French with some German friends and eating Nachos served to you by an Asian waitress with a Spanish accent.
Man, I love this country!
birgerjohansson says
Canada, the cool part of North America (no pun intended).
tbp1 says
#12: Can’t top your story but I can come close: while wandering through Kreuzberg, at that time a largely Turkish district, in Berlin some years ago, another American and I spotted at bar called The Celtic Cottage and went in. An all-German band was doing bluegrass. They were quite good, actually, although the accents were hysterical (“Güd öld Röckytöpf, Röckytöpf, Tennüseeeeee”).
JohnnieCanuck says
Birger at 13.
Quite true, if you don’t count Alaska, which of course historically was part of Russia. Maybe what we’ve got is more square kilometres of cool than USAians do.
chigau (違う) says
A Hermit
Starts with a ‘C’.