Thomas Andrew "Tom" Lehrer (born 9 April 1928) is an American singer-songwriter, satirist, pianist, and mathematician. He has lectured on mathematics and musical theater.
Before attending college, Lehrer graduated from the Loomis Chaffee School in Windsor, Connecticut. As an undergraduate student at Harvard University, he began to write comic songs to entertain his friends, including Fight Fiercely, Harvard (1945). Those songs later became (in a joking reference to a leading scientific journal, The Physical Review) The Physical Revue.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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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 ([email protected]). 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.
[C] Spring is [A7] here, a-suh-puh-[D7]ring is [G7] here. [C] Life is [A7] skittles and [D7] life is [G7] beer. [C] I think the [G7] loveliest [C] time of the [G7] year is the [C] spring. Dont [A7] you? [D7] Course you [G7] do. But theres [Dm] one thing that makes spring [C] complete for me, And [D7] makes every Sunday a [G] treat for [G7] me.
All the [C] world seems in tune On a spring afternoon, When were poisoning pigeons in the [G7] park. Every [Dm] Sunday youll see My sweetheart and me, As we [G7] poison the pigeons in the [C] park.
When [F] they see us coming, the [C] birdies all try anhide, But they [D7] still go for peanuts when [G7] coated with cyanide. The [C] suns shining bright, Everything seems all right, When were [D7] poisoning [G7] pigeons in the [C] park.
Weve [G7] gained notoriety, And [C] caused much anxiety In the [G7] Audubon Society With our [C] games. They [A7] call it impiety, And lack of propriety, And quite a variety Of unpleasant [D] names. But its [D7] not against any re[G]ligion To [D7] want to dispose of a [G7] pigeon.
[G7] So if [C] Sunday youre free, Why dont you come with me, And well poison the pigeons in the [G7] park.
And [Dm] maybe well do In a squirrel or two, While were [G7] poisoning pigeons in the [C] park.
Well [F] murder them all amid [C] laughter and merriment, Ex[D7] cept for the few we take [G7] home to experiment. My [C] pulse will be quikenin With each drop of strychnine We [D7] feed to a [G7] pigeon. It [D7] just takes a [G7] smidgen! To [D7] poison A [G7] pigeon in the [C] park. [G7] [C]