Tom Lehrer - Pigeons in the park

^C Spring is ^A7 here, a-suh-puh-^D7ring is ^G7 here. ^C Life is ^A7 skittles and ^D7 life is ^G7 beer. ^C I think the ^G7 loveliest ^C time of the ^G7 year is the ^C spring. Dont ^A7 you? ^D7 Course you ^G7 do. But theres ^Dm one thing that makes spring ^C complete for me, And ^D7 makes every Sunday a ^G treat for ^G7 me.

All the ^C world seems in tune On a spring afternoon, When were poisoning pigeons in the ^G7 park. Every ^Dm Sunday youll see My sweetheart and me, As we ^G7 poison the pigeons in the ^C park.

When ^F they see us coming, the ^C birdies all try anhide, But they ^D7 still go for peanuts when ^G7 coated with cyanide. The ^C suns shining bright, Everything seems all right, When were ^D7 poisoning ^G7 pigeons in the ^C park.

Weve ^G7 gained notoriety, And ^C caused much anxiety In the ^G7 Audubon Society With our ^C games. They ^A7 call it impiety, And lack of propriety, And quite a variety Of unpleasant ^D names. But its ^D7 not against any re^Gligion To ^D7 want to dispose of a ^G7 pigeon.

^G7 So if ^C Sunday youre free, Why dont you come with me, And well poison the pigeons in the ^G7 park.

And ^Dm maybe well do In a squirrel or two, While were ^G7 poisoning pigeons in the ^C park.

Well ^F murder them all amid ^C laughter and merriment, Ex^D7 cept for the few we take ^G7 home to experiment. My ^C pulse will be quikenin With each drop of strychnine We ^D7 feed to a ^G7 pigeon. It ^D7 just takes a ^G7 smidgen! To ^D7 poison A ^G7 pigeon in the ^C park. ^{G7 C}