Biography:
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.
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Other songs:
- Poisoning Pigeons In The Park
- The Element Song
- The Elements Song
- The Hunting Song
- The Masochism Tango
- Vatican Rag
- We Will All Go Together When We Go
- The Elements (Song)
- A Christmas Carol
- Be Prepared
- Fight Fiercely Harvard
- I Got It From Agnes
- I Hold Your Hand In Mine
- I Wanna Go Back To Dixie
- In Old Mexico
- Irish Ballad
- Lobachevsky
- M L F Lullaby
- Masochism Tango
- My Home Town
- National Brotherhood Week
- Pigeons In The Park
- Pollution
- Send The Marines
- Smut
- So Long Mom
- The Folk Song Army
- The Old Dope Peddler
- The Vatican Rag
- The Wild West Is Where I Wanna Be
- The Wild West Is Where I Want To Be
- Wernher Von Braun
- Whatever Became Of Hubert
- Whos Next
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[Verse 1]
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About a maid, I'll sing a song Sing rickety tickety tin
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About a maid, I'll sing a song Who didn't have her family long
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Not only did she do them wrong She did every one of them in,
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Them in, She did every one of them in
[Verse 2]
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One morning in a fit of pique, Sing rickety tickety tin
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One morning in a fit of pique, she drowned her father in the creek
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The water tasted bad for a week So we had to make do with gin
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With gin, we had to make do with gin
[Verse 3]
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Her mother she could never stand, Sing rickety tickety tin
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Her mother she could never stand, and so a cyanide soup she planned
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The mother died with a spoon in her hand, and her face in a hideous grin
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A grin, her face in a hideous grin
[Verse 4]
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She weighted her brother down with stones, Sing rickety tickety tin
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She weighted her brother down with stones, and sent him off to Davey Jones
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And all that they ever found were some bones, and occasional pieces of skin
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Of skin, occasional pieces of skin
[Verse 5]
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She set her sister's hair on fire, Sing rickety tickety tin
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She set her sister's hair on fire, and as the smoke and flames rose higher
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Danced around the funeral pyre, playing the vi-o-lin
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o-lin, playing the violin
[Verse 6]
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One day when she had nothing to do, Sing rickety tickety tin
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One day when she had nothing to do, she cut her baby brother in two
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And served him up as an Irish stew, and invited the neighbors in,
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Bors in, Invited the neighbors in
[Verse 7]
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And when at last the police came by, Sing rickety tickety tin
Dm C F C Dm
And when at last the police came by, her foolish pranks she did not deny
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For to do so she would have had to lie, and lying she knew was a sin
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A sin, lying she knew was a sin
[Verse 8]
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My tragic tale I won't prolong, Sing rickety tickety tin
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My tragic tale I won't prolong, and if you did not enjoy my song
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You've yourselves to blame if it was too long, you should never have let me
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begin, Begin, you should never have let me begin
Dm F C Dm
About a maid, I'll sing a song Sing rickety tickety tin
Dm C F C Dm
About a maid, I'll sing a song Who didn't have her family long
F C Dm F C Dm
Not only did she do them wrong She did every one of them in,
C F C Dm
Them in, She did every one of them in
[Verse 2]
Dm F C Dm
One morning in a fit of pique, Sing rickety tickety tin
Dm C F C Dm
One morning in a fit of pique, she drowned her father in the creek
F C Dm F C Dm
The water tasted bad for a week So we had to make do with gin
C F C Dm
With gin, we had to make do with gin
[Verse 3]
Dm F C Dm
Her mother she could never stand, Sing rickety tickety tin
Dm C F C Dm
Her mother she could never stand, and so a cyanide soup she planned
F C Dm F C Dm
The mother died with a spoon in her hand, and her face in a hideous grin
C F C Dm
A grin, her face in a hideous grin
[Verse 4]
Dm F C Dm
She weighted her brother down with stones, Sing rickety tickety tin
Dm C F C Dm
She weighted her brother down with stones, and sent him off to Davey Jones
F C Dm F C Dm
And all that they ever found were some bones, and occasional pieces of skin
C F C Dm
Of skin, occasional pieces of skin
[Verse 5]
Dm F C Dm
She set her sister's hair on fire, Sing rickety tickety tin
Dm C f C Dm
She set her sister's hair on fire, and as the smoke and flames rose higher
F C Dm F C Dm
Danced around the funeral pyre, playing the vi-o-lin
C F C Dm
o-lin, playing the violin
[Verse 6]
Dm F C Dm
One day when she had nothing to do, Sing rickety tickety tin
Dm C F C Dm
One day when she had nothing to do, she cut her baby brother in two
F C Dm F C Dm
And served him up as an Irish stew, and invited the neighbors in,
C F C Dm
Bors in, Invited the neighbors in
[Verse 7]
Dm F C Dm
And when at last the police came by, Sing rickety tickety tin
Dm C F C Dm
And when at last the police came by, her foolish pranks she did not deny
F C F C Dm
For to do so she would have had to lie, and lying she knew was a sin
C F C Dm
A sin, lying she knew was a sin
[Verse 8]
Dm F C Dm
My tragic tale I won't prolong, Sing rickety tickety tin
Dm C F C Dm
My tragic tale I won't prolong, and if you did not enjoy my song
F C Dm F C Dm
You've yourselves to blame if it was too long, you should never have let me
C F C Dm
begin, Begin, you should never have let me begin
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