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I hadn’t known that the Mormon Tabernacle Choir produced an album of Disney covers back in the early 80s, but when Mister Boyfriend fondly remembered their stirring rendition of Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah one evening I had to order it up. It’s a wonder, especially when played on random shuffle - Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf somehow does belong right up against Sex Beat by Gun Club.
Anyway, this led me to google Disney lyrics, which led me to nose around in the music for movies I’d not seen in years, which led to The Phony King of England from Robin Hood, which I now wish I’d posted back in November.
Oh the world will sing of an English King
A thousand years from now
And not because he passed some laws
Or had that lofty brow
While bonny good King Richard leads
The great crusade he’s on
We’ll all have to slave away
For that good-for-nothin’ John
Incredible as he is inept
Whenever the history books are kept
They’ll call him the phony king of England
A pox on the phony king of England!
He sits alone on a giant throne
Pretendin’ he's the king
A little tyke who’s rather like
A puppet on a string
And he throws an angry tantrum
if he cannot have his way
And then he calls for Mum while he's suckin’ his thumb
You see, he doesn’t want to play
Too late to be known as John the First
He’s sure to be known as John the worst
A pox on that phony king of England!
While he taxes us to pieces
And he robs us of our bread
King Richard's crown keeps slippin’ down
Around that pointed head
Ah! But while there is a merry man
in Robin’s wily pack
We’ll find a way to make him pay
And steal our money back
The minute before he knows we’re there
Ol’ Rob’ll snatch his underwear
The breezy and uneasy king of England
The snivellin’ grovellin’
Measly weasely
Blabberin’ jabberin’
Gibberin’ jabberin’
Blunderin’ plunderin’
Wheelin’ dealin’
Prince John, that phony king of England
Yeah!
Comments
I'm sorry, but that poor woman looks *so* uncomfortable on that branch. Not only is the bark barking her bare essentials, the bear rest requires spinal curvature of a nature most unnatural.
Just thought I'd mention it.
Posted by: qB | March 20, 2005 3:30 PM
My dearest qB, you have obviously given this entirely too much thought. Of course, so have I. Perhaps there is a nice soft cotton padding tucked under there but not visible to the observer? And perhaps she isn’t sleeping against the bear but has instead leaned over to kiss him for a moment. (This notion is supported by the owl’s rolled eyes.)
And I also worry about the poor bear’s chiropractic health, as that position offers absolutely no lumbar support.
At least you agree with me that the figure in question is female - a point that Mister Boyfriend disputes. I say the hips tell the tale. Plus, Moe rarely drew naked men.
Posted by: Krista | March 21, 2005 9:44 AM
She's definitely female. It's the hips, as you say. And small feet and hands. Yes, the bear is precarious. I rather thought he (for it is a he) is in a state of post-coital exhaustion. You can't see it, but in her other hand is a fag, and that's why the owl's shocked. Smoking is so passe, even after sex.
Posted by: qB | March 21, 2005 3:43 PM