NOV 10, singable satire: politically-corrected lyrics "MY TENOR UKE"

 a) Reprise of material posted on November 10 in previous years ...

2020: hellenophilia, Acropolis (poem - 'brief saga')  
2021: birdlore, domestic turkey (poem - 'brief saga')

2022: classic palindromes, Leigh's palindrome workshop (poem - 'brief saga') 
2023: TBD, placeholder (poem - 'brief saga')

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b) Today's Offering (Nov 10. 2024): 

PARODY-LYRICS 

ORIGINAL SONG: "My Tall Silk Hat", traditional camp-song, based on the popular Neapolitan song "Funiculi, Funicula", 1880.

PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, September 2013.

In the traditional version, of this schoolboy parody, based on the tune of ‘Funiculi, Funicula’, a “big a-fat-a lady” squashes a hat on a subway seat. The current updated lyrics are, I hope, more politically correct and more appealing to adults. The final line, as in the posting of November "Ukuleli, Ukulela" is a Neapolitan Ta-da!, meaning let's go up there. Pronounce the "j"s as "y" to sound like an Italian tenor. 

MY TENOR UKE

(to the tune of "Funiculi, Funicula")

Introduction:
Inspired by trendy p’litical correctness,

I changed a song, an old camp-song,

Reflecting pre-teen Piggy/Twiggy bias,

That got it wrong, so very wrong.
   

Besides, a flavor more Napolitana,

I craved to chance, appeal enhance;

And so I trimmed my 'Lady' down to sexy,

Not anorexy,

And let her dance, a bella dance !

Revised Camp-Song: 

One day, as I was riding up the tramway,

My tenor uke, my tenor uke

I laid it on the seat a-right beside me,

My tenor uke, my tenor uke. 

The tall and shapely Nina sat upon it,

Was that a fluke? My tenor uke !

And launched a liaison volcanic,

(Not too platonic); my tenor uke, my tenor uke ! 

Pavarotti, what do you think of that ?

Master it, six sharps or seven flats;

‘Cause body-type is so much hype;

It’s only brawn or big-a belly –-

So save a seat in cielo

For our sleek friend A. Bocelli.

Outro:

‘Ncoppa jammo ja’, ukulelí, ukulelá.

Pavarotti (left),  Bocelli (right)