Your pronunciation of platypus must be way, way different from mine…
Lehrer’s is – listen to him performing the song.
There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown,
Because she was crippled for life, and couldn’t speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she would stop living, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled
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All aboard…
Brenda’s iron sledge
All aboard…
Brenda’s iron sledge
Please don’t call me “Reg”
It’s not my name
Doctor Hook and the Medicine Show always had good lyrics (often written by Shel Silverstein)
“The Cover of Rolling Stone”
“The Queen of the Silver Dollar”
“Veteran of the Psychic Wars”, written by Michael Moorcock, sung by Blue Oyster Cult, appeals to the teenage sci-fi geek in me:
Gordon Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” is haunting.
From the song “Tallahassee” by the Mountain Goats:
“Moon stuttering in the sky like film stuck in a projector”
When you punish a person for dreaming his dream don’t expect him to thank or forgive you. The best ever death metal band out of Denton in time will outpace and outlive you.
“I used to care, but things have changed”
-Dylan“A Boy Named Sue”
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn’t leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me “Sue.”
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I’d get red
And some guy’d laugh and I’d bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain’t easy for a boy named “Sue.”
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I’d roam from town to town to hide my shame.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I’d stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me “Sue.”
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: “My name is ‘Sue!’ How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!”
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a’ gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I’ve fought tougher men
But I really can’t remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin’ at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you’d have to get tough or die
And it’s the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn’t blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I’m the son-of-a-bitch that named you “Sue.’”
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I’m gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
I’ll go from bad to worse and later back to better but I’ll never better bridges that I’m bent to burn. - Anna Nalick
“Hello - I love you; won’t you tell me your name?” ~ The Doors
“You’re a bluebird on a telegraph line; I hope you’re happy now.” ~ Elton John
“We got Santa Margarita by the liter; she know even if I’m fucking with her I don’t really need her.” ~ Drake
“Be kind to me, or treat me mean - I’ll make the most of it I’m an extraordinary machine.” ~ Fiona Apple
“Get on my level? You can’t get on my level! You would need a space shuttle or a ladder that’s forever.” ~ Lil Wayne
I could go all day on this; this shit is my bread and butter. 
We’re not pawns in a game
We’re not tools of bigger men
There’s only one who can really move us all
The Who, Naked Eye
The following lyrics from Weird Al’s “Waffle King”, as he slides into megalomania:
“I wanna see you grovel, you waffle-eating fools!
Everybody on your knees!
You wanna buy a waffle, you’re playing by my rules!
Go on, beg me! Let me hear you say ‘pretty please’!”
Thought of another favorite, by the late great Ian Dury:
“Home improvement expert Harold Hill of Harold Hill
Of Do-It-Yourself dexterity and double glazing skill
Came home to find another gentleman’s kippers in the grill
So he sanded off his winkle with his Black and Decker drill”
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I’ll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded in on itself.
And said “Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn’t hold my breath.”
You wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste death?
You wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste death?
–Modest Mouse, “Ocean Breathes Salty”
Same dances in the same old shoes
You get too careful with the steps you choose
you don’t care about winning but you don’t want to lose
After the thrill is gone
The Eagles After The Thrill Is Gone
A bit o’ Pink Floyd:
From Animals:
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing
and from The Wall:
and the worms ate into his brain
I’m serious as cancer
When I say rhythm is a dancer