Tag: ek Humor
May 15 2012
Cartnoon
May 10 2012
The Old Dope Peddler
You are no doubt familiar with songs about the old lamplighter and the old umbrella man and the old garbage collector and all these lovable old characters who go around spreading sweetness and light to their respective communities but, it’s always seemed to me that there is one member of this happy band who does an equally splendid job, but who has never been properly recognized in song or story, and this is an attempt to remedy, at least in part, that deplorable situation.
It’s the old dope peddler, spreading joy wherever he goes.
Ev’ry evening you will find him, around our neighborhood.
It’s the old dope peddler. Doing well by doing good.
He gives the kids free samples, because he knows full well
That today’s young innocent faces will be tomorrow’s clientele.
Here’s a cure for all your troubles. Here’s an end to all distress.
It’s the old dope peddler with his powdered ha-happiness.
May 09 2012
Fight fiercely, Harvard
I know it’s very bad form to quote one’s own reviews, but I would like to mention something that The New York Times said about me a year ago which I’ve always treasured — they said:
Mr. Lehrer’s muse is not fettered by such inhibiting factors as taste.
Now we come to that peculiar bit of americana known as the football fight song. I was reminded not too long ago, upon returning from my lesson with the scrabble pro at the Harvard Club in Boston, in the days of my undergraduacy long ago when there used to be these very long Saturday afternoons in the fall with nothing to do — the library was closed — just waiting around for the cocktail parties to begin. and on occasions like that, some of us used to wander over to the… I believe it was called the stadium, to see if anything might be going on over there. and one did come to realize that the football fight songs that one hears in comparable stadia have a tendency to be somewhat uncouth, and even violent, and that it would be refreshing, to say the least, to find one that was a bit more genteel. And here it is, dedicated to my own alma mater, and called Fight Fiercely, Harvard.
Albeit they possess the might, nonetheless we have the will.
How we shall celebrate our victory, We shall invite the whole team up for tea (how jolly!)
Hurl that spheroid down the field, and fight, fight, fight!
Fight fiercely, Harvard, fight, fight, fight! Impress them with our prowess, do!
Oh, fellows, do not let the Crimson down, Be of stout heart and true.
Come on, chaps, fight for Harvard’s glorious name, Won’t it be peachy if we win the game? (oh, goody!)
Let’s try not to injure them, but fight, fight, fight! (let’s not be rough though)
And do fight fiercely! Fight, fight, fight!