Yesterday, making shepherd's pie from leftover lamb roast from Dec. 25th dinner, I put on a cd of comic songs and recitations. Most of them are British (although there's Jimmy Durante singing "Inka Dinka Doo," including a note Bing Crosby gave him. . . . and boy, was he glad to get rid of it. ). There's Stanley Holloway doing "The Lion & Albert" (anybody ever hear "The Lion & Albert"?) and Noel Coward singing "Mad Dogs and Englishmen" and Groucho Marx doing "Lydia the Tatooed Lady."
There's also a little number, by a gentleman called Frank Crumit called "What Kind of a Noise Annoys an Oyster," which has one of those flypaper tunes that won't go out of your head and utterly simple-minded lyrics. So, instead of Noel Coward or "Brush up Your Shakespeare," what have I got stuck in my brain?
Yeah.
I think I'll go put on some Flanders and Swann and get on with the tidying up.
scbutler and his wife are Coming To Tea after Ellen's 1 o'clock performance.
Anybody else out there a Flanders and Swann fan?
There's also a little number, by a gentleman called Frank Crumit called "What Kind of a Noise Annoys an Oyster," which has one of those flypaper tunes that won't go out of your head and utterly simple-minded lyrics. So, instead of Noel Coward or "Brush up Your Shakespeare," what have I got stuck in my brain?
Yeah.
I think I'll go put on some Flanders and Swann and get on with the tidying up.
Anybody else out there a Flanders and Swann fan?


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One of those things I have to thank my stepmother for: she introduced my father to Flanders & Swann, and Dad promptly introduced me when I was early teens. I believe I have their entire oeuvre. And can sing it. (Also Swann's settings of Tolkien's songs...)
I like some of the lighter Flanders and Swann work as you do, but alas, my taste for one of their most famous songs, "Have Some Madeira, M'Dear", was rather spoiled by having heard the late Randall Garrett sing it. On several occasions. Once was more than enough.
I've never much liked "Have Some Madeira, M'Dear." The situation remains utterly icksome, despite all the winks and nods and "we're really kidding here, folks." It creeped me out as an adolescent, and it creeps me out still.
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom went there with young Albert, their son..."
If pushed I can recite most of it, but my party piece is the 'Battle of Hastings'... "That 'appened in days long gone by,
When Duke William became king of England,
And 'Arold got shot int' eye." ~_^
As for Flanders and Swann... a tune of my childhood radio was 'mud, mud, glorious mud!' aaahhhh... it takes me back.... ;)
My party piece is "Jabberwocky." Also large swathes of the King James Bible, which I had to learn in grade school and recite every morning with the other little girls in Prayers.
Since I only had "At the Drop of Another Hat" when I was a kid, I learned the sequel to the Hippopatomus Song before I'd even heard the original. The amorous Hippopotomus, whose love song we know, is now married and father of ten. He murmurs Godrot'em as he watches them grow, and longs to be single again. . . .
And like Pogo, Flanders and Swann gave me some early political/historical education (cf. "All Gall" among others) in addition to all the amusement.
Do you cry when you hear the song about the train stations that don't exist any more? I do.
A noisy noise annoys an oyster.