With the brimming success of the Chiffmunk Christmas, we are pleased to announce that, inspired by the Irish tenor specials on state educational television fund-drive week, and “not sold in stores” record offers, there is now a Chiffmunk Irish tenor recording.
O Danny boy, how oft I have to play thy song,
Because Joe Shmoe requests it ev’ry time,
And when it plays, the crowd will want to sing along,
With words so jumbled up they seldom rhyme.
'Twas all because Fred Weatherly got lazy!
The tune he wrote just had no wide appeal,
“I’ll use the Air of Londonderry,” says he,
And thus, a fine old air, “O Danny Boy” did steal!
And when, at last, the drunks have ceased their singing,
And silence falls upon the countryside,
Those words sometimes, within mine ears keep ringing,
I know that Danny boy has never died.
And ne’er he shall, as ages roll around me!
No grave for Danny boy shall ever be,
For he’ll live on forever, you just wait and see!
I blame it all on Frederic Edward Weatherly!
But Danny Boy, the ill you’ve done grows paler,
When “This Old Man” and old folk songs of yore,
Will e’er evoke in my aggriev-ed memory,
The image of a purple dinosaur.
Oh give them back
You big reptilian mutant,
I want to hum Yankee Doodle once more,
But you’ve consumed my minuteman of memory,
Replaced him with a bloated dinosaur.
