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-----Original Message----- From: owner-lbo-talk at lists.panix.com [mailto:owner-lbo-talk at lists.panix.com]On Behalf Of J Cullen Sent: Saturday, March 18, 2000 5:37 PM To: lbo-talk at lists.panix.com Subject: Re: Musical Interlude
Thanks for the lyrics. I didn't know it was a Yip Harburg song.
What's the name of the CD?
-- Jim Cullen
>Haven't had a song for a while.
>
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>Lydia The Tattooed Lady
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>Music by Harold Arlen. Lyrics by E.Y. Harburg.
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>Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
>Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
>She has eyes that folks adore so,
>And a torso even more so.
>
>Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
>Oh Lydia The Queen of Tattoo.
>On her back is The Battle of Waterloo.
>Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too.
>And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue.
>You can learn a lot from Lydia!
>
>La-la-la...la-la-la.
>La-la-la...la-la-la.
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>When her robe is unfurled she will show you the world,
>If you step up and tell her where.
>For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree,
>Or Washington crossing The Delaware.
>
>La-la-la...la-la-la.
>La-la-la...la-la-la.
>
>Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
>Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
>When her muscles start relaxin',
>Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
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>Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
>Oh Lydia The Queen of them all.
>For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
>With a view of Niagara that nobody has.
>And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz.
>You can learn a lot from Lydia!
>
>La-la-la...la-la-la.
>La-la-la...la-la-la.
>
>Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso.
>Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso.
>Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon.
>Here's Godiva, but with her pajamas on.
>
>La-la-la...la-la-la.
>La-la-la...la-la-la.
>
>Here is Grover Whelan unveilin' The Trilon.
>Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on.
>Here's Nijinsky a-doin' the rhumba.
>Here's her social security numba.
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>La-la-la...la-la-la.
>La-la-la...la-la-la.
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>Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
>Oh Lydia The Champ of them all.
>She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.
>The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
>And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
>For he went and married Lydia!
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>I said Lydia...
>(He said Lydia...)
>They said Lydia...
>We said Lydia, la, la!
>
>Groucho Marx,
>"At The Circus"
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>
>You can get this on a CD of Yip Harburg's songs,
>which has a lot of other good stuff too, including
>an unrecognizably radical Bing Crosby doing a
>bitter rendition of "Brother Can You Spare a Dime."
>
>mbs
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