From the old math professor himself!
Tom Lehrer is an institution, one of the most
learned, humorous, and fascinating people
on the planet.
The bulk of his work was done back in the 1950’s
but it was so far ahead of its time it fits right
into today’s scheme of things.
His material is dark, irreverent, and wildly popular.
A child prodigy that enrolled at Harvard when he was
15 years old, he is also a superb pianist and much
beloved retired college professor.
I’m always glad to play his material on the show.
May he live forever, I’ll do my part and post what I can…

I usually don’t post things of this length, I prefer
nibbles here and there as opposed to a full meal.
Rhett and Link are the real deal, naturally funny
no matter what they do, I’m finding that their
longer running material cannot be ignored.
This is from their Good Mystical Morning show,
spotlighting a sort of Consumer Reports type of
rating system for electronic devices.
They’ve been friends since childhood and it shows
in the way that they interact with each other.
Genuinely funny, smart, and playful.
I agree with Rhett, I liked the hologram thingy…

Tim Young is an infectious stand-up comedian that
can really get me to laugh!
I just accrued some material of his for the show, I’m
quite sure the listeners will love it.
This is a great bit, good material enhanced by Tim’s
stage presence, he has nice visual appeal, facial
expressions done right and his timing is superb.
This piece reminds me of my childhood, if it was made
out of sugar I’d stuff my face with it…

This is one of many variations of this song done over
the years, by many different artists, originally penned
by William Percy French back in 1877.
An interesting song, well written and conceived.
Good imagery with a dash of pathos.
The late, great Hank Thompson and the Brazos Valleys Boys!
Draw your weapons, it’s going to be a long night…

Abdulla Bulbul Ameer

Oh, the sons of the Prophet are hardy and grim
And quite unaccustomed to fear
But none were so reckless of life or of limb
As Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.
When they wanted a man to encourage the van
Or to harass the foe in the rear
Or to take a redoubt they would always send out
For Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.

There are heroes in plenty, and well known to fame
In the ranks that were lead by the Czar,
But the bravest of all was a man by the name
Of Ivan Potschjinksi Skidar.^[A]
He could imitate Toole, play Euchre and Pool
And perform on the Spanish guitar.
In fact quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.

One morning the Russian had shouldered his gun
And assumed his most truculent sneer
And was walking down town when he happened to run
Into Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.
“Young man,” says Bulbul, “can your life be so dull
That you’re anxious to end your career?—
For, infidel, know—you have trod on the toe
Of Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.”

“Take your ultimate look upon sunshine and brook,
Make your latest remarks on the war;
Which I mean to imply you’re going to die,
Mr. Count Cask-o-whisky Cigar.”
Said the Russian, “My friend, my remarks in the end
Would avail you but little, I fear,
For you’ll never survive to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.”

Then the bold Mameluke drew his trusty chiboque
And shouted “Il Allah Akbar”
And being intent upon slaughter, he went
For Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
But just as his knife had abstracted his life
(In fact he was shouting “Huzza!”)
He felt himself struck by that subtle Calmuck,
Count Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.

The Consul drove up in his red-crested fly
To give the survivor a cheer,
He arrived just in time to exchange a goodbye
With Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.
And Skobeleff, Gourko and Gorsechekoff too
Drove up on the Emperor’s car
But all they could do was cry “och-whilliloo!”
With Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.

There’s a grave where the waves of the Blue Danube roll,
And on it in characters clear
Is: “Stranger, remember to pray for the soul
Of Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.”
A Muscovite maiden her vigil doth keep
By the light of the true lover’s star
And the name that she murmurs so sadly in sleep
Is Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.

The above is the original version penned by Percy French
back in 1877.
The lyrics were modified by different artists over the many
years that it’s been performed.

Things can get weird when the Gods are bored.
Even weirder when the Gods are into Monster Trucks!
The moral of the story?
Thank God for reflective bumpers…