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Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 14:25:51 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Mathew L. Needleman"
<mln6614@is.nyu.edu>
Poisoning Pigeons in the Park
music and lyrics by Tom Lehrer
from the album, An Evening Wasted With Tom Lehrer
Arranged for the guitar by Mathew Needleman (mln6614@is.nyu.edu).
If you make improvements to this arrangement, please e-mail them to me.
If there is interest, I think there a couple more Tom Lehrer songs that
could work on the guitar.
The rhythm changes at different points during the song. Sometimes it
better to strum a chord only once when indicated.
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.
Dont you? Course you do.
But theres one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes every Sunday a treat for me.
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When were poisoning pigeons in the park.
Every Sunday youll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coming, the birdies all try anhide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The suns shining bright,
Everything seems all right,
When were poisoning pigeons in the park.
Weve 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 its not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.
So if Sunday youre free,
Why dont you come with me,
And well poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe well do
In a squirrel or two,
While were poisoning pigeons in the park.
Well murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
Ex cept for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quikenin
With each drop of strychnine
We feed to a pigeon.
It just takes a smidgen!
To [
D7] poison
A [
G7] pigeon in the [
C] park. [
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