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Tom Lehrer lyrics In Old Mexico lyrics Now, I'm sure you're all aware that this week is national gall-bladder week. So as sort of an educational feature at this point I thought I would acquaint you with some of the results of my recent researches into the career of the late doctor Samuel Gall, inventor of the gall-bladder. Which certainly ranks as one of the more important technological advances since the invention of the joy-buzzer and the dribble-glass. Doctor Gall's faith in his invention was so dramatically vindicated last year, as you no doubt recall, when, for the first time in history, in a nation-wide poll the gall-bladder was voted among the top ten organs. His educational career began interestingly enough in agricultural school, where he majored in animal husbandry, until they caught him at it one day. Whereupon he switched to the field of medicine in which field he also won renown as the inventor of gargling. Which prior to that time had been practiced only furtively by a remote tribe in the Andes who passed the secret down from father to son as part of their oral tradition. He soon became a specialist, specializing in diseases of the rich. He was therefore able to retire at an early age. To the land we all dream about, sunny Mexico of course. The last part of which is completely irrelevant, as with the whole thing I guess, except, it's a rather sneaky way of getting into this next type of popular song which is one of those things about that magic, and romantic land south of the border. When it's fiesta time in Guadalajara, Then I long to be back once again In Old Mexico. Where we lived for today, Never giving a thought to tomara. To the strumming of guitars, In a hundred grubby bars I would whisper ";Te amo."; The mariachis would serenade, And they would not shut up till they were paid. We ate, we drank, and we were merry, And we got typhoid and dysentery. But best of all, we went to the Plaza de Toros. Now whenever I start feeling morose, I revive by recalling that scene. And names like Belmonte, Dominguin, and Manolete, If I live to a hundred and eighty, I shall never forget what they mean. (For there is surely nothing more beautiful in this world than the sight of a lone man facing singlehandedly a half a ton of angry pot roast!) Out came the matador, Who must have been potted or Slightly insane, but who looked rather bored. Then the picadors of course, Each one on his horse, I shouted ";Ole!"; ev'ry time one was gored. I cheered at the bandilleros' display, As they stuck the bull in their own clever way, For I hadn't had so much fun since the day My brother's dog Rover Got run over. (Rover was killed by a Pontiac. And it was done with such grace and artistry that the witnesses awarded the driver both ears and the tail - but I digress.) The moment had come, I swallowed my gum, We knew there'd be blood on the sand pretty soon. The crowd held its breath, Hoping that death Would brighten an otherwise dull afternoon. At last, the matador did what we wanted him to. He raised his sword and his aim was true. In that moment of truth I suddenly knew That someone had stolen my wallet. Now it's fiesta time in Akron, Ohio, But it's back to old Guadalajara I'm longing to go. Far away from the strikes of the A.F. of L. and C.I.O. How I wish I could get back To the land of the wetback, And forget the Alamo, In Old Mexico. Ole! Other Tom Lehrer lyrics: Poisoning Pigeons In The Park lyrics She's My Girl lyrics The Masochism Tango lyrics Bright College Days lyrics A Christmas Carol lyrics The Elements lyrics Oedipus Rex lyrics Clementine lyrics It Makes A Fellow Proud To Be A Soldier lyrics We Will All Go Together When We Go lyrics The Wild West Is Where I Want To Be lyrics The Old Dope Peddler lyrics Lobachevsky lyrics The Irish Ballad lyrics My Home Town lyrics When You Are Old And Gray lyrics The Wiener Schnitzel Waltz lyrics I Hold Your Hand In Mine lyrics Be Prepared lyrics I Wanna Go Back To Dixie lyrics Fight Fiercely, Harvard! lyrics The Hunting Song lyrics National Brotherhood Week lyrics MLF Lullaby lyrics The Folk Song Army lyrics Send The Marines lyrics The Vatican Rag lyrics George Murphy lyrics Smut lyrics Pollution lyrics So Long, Mom (A Song for World War III) lyrics Whatever Became of Hubert? lyrics New Math lyrics Alma lyrics Who's Next? lyrics Wernher von Braun lyrics |