Omelet wrote:
> In article >,
> zxcvbob > wrote:
>
>> I think it was a by Elmo & Patsy (of "Grandma Got Run Over By A
>> Reindeer" fame), or another group that sounds like them. Had double
>> entendres in it about how Momma kept the family fed during hard times,
>> like when Uncle died "she gave us the cold shoulder". Very upbeat song.
>> :-) The chorus ended with "Even when she died, she died upon a bed of
>> lettuce."
>>
>> It's bugging me because I can't find any references to it *anywhere*,
>> and my google-fu is usually pretty good. Also did a lyrics search at
>> last.fm and an artist search on E&P and those turned up nothing.
>>
>> Anybody help me out here? Thanks.
>>
>> Bob
>
> I don't know about THAT one, but at least one comes to mind:
>
> "About a maid I'll sing a song,
> Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
> About a maid I'll sing a song
> Who didnt have her family long.
> Not only did she do them wrong,
> She did evryone of them in, them in,
> She did evryone of them in.
>
> One morning in a fit of pique,
> Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
> One morning in a fit of pique,
> She drowned her father in the creek.
> The water tasted bad for a week,
> And we had to make do with gin, with gin,
> We had to make do with gin.
>
> Her mother she could never stand,
> Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
> Her mother she cold never stand,
> And so for her a cyanide soup she planned.
> The mother died with a spoon in her hand,
> And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,
> On Her face in a hideous grin.
>
> She set her sisters hair on fire,
> Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
> She set her sisters hair on fire,
> And as the smoke and flame rose highr,
> Se Danced around the funeral pyre,
> A' Playin a violin, -olin,
> A' Playin a violin.
>
> She loaded her brother down with stones,
> Sing Rickety-tickety-tin,
> She loaded her brother down with stones,
> And sent him off to davy jones.
> All they, found were some bones,
> And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
> And Occasional pieces of skin.
>
> One day when she had nothing to do,
> Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
> One day when she had nothing to do,
> She cut her baby brother in two,
> And served him up as an irish stew,
> And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,
> And Invited the neighbors in.
>
> And finally when at last the police came by,
> Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
> And finally at last when the police came by,
> Her little pranks she could not deny,
> For To do so she would have to lie,
> And for lying, she knew was a sin, a sin,
> And for Lying she knew was a sin.
>
> My tragic tale, I wont prolong,
> Sing Rickety-tickety-tin,
> My tragic tale I wont prolong,
> And if you do not like me song,
> You've yourselves to blame if its too long,
> You should never have let me begin, begin,
> You should never have let me begin.

Ah, one of my favorite Tom Lehrer songs and the only
one I have completely memorized all the way thru. Being
of Irish descent I was somehow drawn to it. But then I
love all his songs!

Kate

--
Kate Connally
“If I were as old as I feel, I’d be dead already.”
Goldfish: “The wholesome snack that smiles back,
Until you bite their heads off.”
What if the hokey pokey really *is* what it's all about?