Guess what guys? You get to suffer the sound of my terrible singing. That's right. I was hyper at work and I needed to get some of that shit out of my system, so I decided to use one of the songs I made on MPC and sing along with it. I've even included a karaoke version for those of you who either know, or would like to know tom lehrer and his work. Who knows, I may even do the Elements. :D that'd be shweet.

Karaoke version audio file:
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/3063215/irish%20ballad%20backtrack.wav


Lyrics:

About a maid I'll sing a song
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who did not have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did every one of them in -them in
She did every one of them in

One morning in a fit of pique
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
One morning in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make due with gin -with gin
We had to make due with gin

Her mother she could never stand
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
Her mother she could never stand
And so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with the spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin -a grin
her face in a hideous grin

She set her sister's hair on fire
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
She set her sister's hair on fire
And as the smoke and flames rose high'r
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playing a violin -olin
Playing a violin

She weighted her brother down with stone
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
She weighted her brother down with stone
And sent him off to Davy Jones
All they ever found were some bones
And occasional pieces of skin -of skin
Occasional pieces of skin

One day when she had nothing to do
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
One day when she had nothing to do
She cut her baby brother in two
And served as an Irish Stew
And invited the neighbors in -bors in
Invited the neighbors in

And when at last the police came by
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
And when at last the police came by
Her little pranks she could not deny
To do so she would have to lie
And lying, she knew, was a sin -a sin
Lying, she knew, was a sin

My tragic tale I won't prolong
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
And if you do not enjoy my song
You've yourself to blame if it's too long
You should never have let me begin -begin
should never have let me begin



fun shit, this.