I swear I remember an old novelty song that was on a compilation my parents had when I was a kid, about onions. I can’t find anything but frustrating scraps of it in passing in years-old discussion groups and random message boards on Google.
It started with a breathy female voice singing, “Onions, onions, rah rah rah (or possibly raw, raw, raw)”, which repeats for a while.
Then, in the middle, a very poindextery-sounding man starts a lecture, “An onion is an odoriferous veg-et-able” with the syllables sounded out like that.
That’s all I can remember now. This shared an album with classics like Shaving Cream and They’re Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Ha.
Well, it might have branched off into a discussion of Green Onions, by Booker T. and the MGs, who, by the way, is still playing gigs such as the Portland Jazz Festival where I saw him last year. My 9th grade typing teacher used to play that record and we had to type along with the syncopated beat.