Текст песни Poisoning Pigeons in the Park (Piano Version) - Tom Lehrer

Spring is here, suffering is here
Life is skittles andlife is beer
I think the loveliest time of the year
Is the spring, i do
Don't you? course you do

But there is one think that makes spring complete for me
And makes every sunday a treat for me

All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon when we're poisioning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see
My sweethart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park

When they see us comming the birdies all try and hide
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide
The sun's shining bright, everything seems alright
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park

We've gained notariety
And caused much anxiety
In the autobahn society
With our games
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety
And quite a variety of unpleasant names

But its not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon

So if Sunday you're free
Why don't you come with me
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park
And maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park

We'll murder them all amid laughter and meriment
Exept for the few we take home to experiment

My pulse will be quikenin'
With each drop of Strychnine
We feed to a pigeon
It just takes a smidgin!
To poison a pigeon in the park