P.D.Q. Bach: Portrait of P.D.Q. Bach

The New York Pick-Up Ensemble, Professor Peter Schickele, conductor
John Ferrante, bargain counter tenor
Harris Poor, basso blotto
Ransom Wilson and Diva Goodfriend-Koven, tape recorders, hand flutes, corrugahorn, nose flutes
Early Anderson, trombonus interruptus
Duh Brooklyn Boys Chorus, James McCarthy, director
John Solum, flute
Leonard Arner, oboe
Lorin Glickman, bassoon
Theodore Weis, trumpet
William G. Brown, French horn
Neal Di Biase, trombone
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[@schaferhundschmidt1798]

I grew up listening to Professor Pete! My mom and I listened to classical music a lot, and I have her sense of humor, so when I brought the cassette of this home from the library, we laughed our codas off! 😂

[@johns.4708]

THROW THE YULE LOG ON, UNCLE JOHN
Throw the yule log on, Uncle John/Throw the yule log on, Uncle John
Soprano: Falala, falala, falala, falala, falala, fafa mifa
Alto: Wahza whuza wuhza wuhza wuhza woo woo, wuhza wuhza wuhza woo woo, wuhza wuhza wuhza wuhza woo wah
Tenor: Chick chick chick chick chick chick chick chick-a chick-a chick-a boom bah
Bass: Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha
Throw the yule log on,/throw the yule log on,
Throw the yule log on,/Uncle John.
Put the pickle down, Uncle John/Put the pickle down Uncle John
Soprano: Falala, falala, falala, falala, falala, fafa mifa
Alto: Wahza whuza wuhza wuhza wuhza woo woo, wuhza wuhza wuhza woo woo, wuhza wuhza wuhza wuhza woo wah
Tenor: Chick chick chick chick chick chick chick chick-a chick-a chick-a boom bah
Bass: Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ha
Put the pickle down,/put the pickle down,
Put the pickle down,/Uncle John.
Ten o’clock on Christmas morn & all the guests are coming to the door;
Ten o’clock on Christmas morn & Uncle John’s already on the floor.
Though the weather’s bitter cold there’s not a frown to mar the festive mood;
Wait ’til they discover that old Uncle John has eaten all the food.
Hear the hall clock strike, Uncle John
Hear the hall clock strike Uncle John
Soprano: Falala, falala, falala, falala falala, fafa mifa
Alto: Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy wuzzy had no hair, fuzzy wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy wuzzy wuzzy wuhza wuhza woo wah
Tenor: Sis sis sis sis sis sis sis sis sis boom bah
Bass: Boom chick boom chick boom chick boom chick boom chick boom chick boom boom boom buhzoowah doowah
Please, will you come to, Uncle John?/Gather around poor Uncle John.
Please, will you come to Uncle John (the no-good good-for-nothing),
Oh, when will you come to, Uncle John?/Oh, when will you come to, Uncle John?
O LITTLE TOWN OF HACKENSACK
O little town of Hackensack,
How still we hear thee snore;
The snow-deck’d streets that reindeer feets
Will soon be prancing o’re
Thy winsome children wond’ring if
Old Santa Claus will show;
They need not fear; methinks I hear
His endless ho, ho, ho.
O little town of Hackensack,
How yet we see thee lie;
St. Nick hath gone, by now he’s on
His way to Tenafly.
Then gifts galore to Peapack and
Secaucus will he bring;
He toucheth down in ev’ry town
He doeth now his thing.
O little town of Hackensack,
At last the dawn doth glow;
The sky is clear, no longer hear
We Santa’s ho ho ho.
Wake up! ’tis time to check out all
The things you got, & then
To drink thy fill & eat until
You’re back to sleep again.
GOOD KING KONG
Good King Kong looked out on his feet
And he saw that they were large.
“Ho, ho,” he said, “we go,” he said,
“To make some tracks in the snow,
Forsooth our feet are very large.”
Squinch, squinch, squinch.
Good King Kong looked out on his nose
And he saw that it was flat.
“Oh, no,” he said, “when we blow,” he said,
“The pitch must not be too low,
The royal nose must not be flat.”
Honk, honk, honk.
Good King Kong looked out on his ears
And his ears he could not see.
“Oh, dear,” he said, “it’s clear,” he said,
“We must see if we can hear,
Because our ears we cannot see.”
Hear, hear, hear.
Good King Kong looked up in the sky
And he saw St. Nick’s red sleigh;
“Ho, ho,” he said, “whadd’ya know,” he said,
“Will you look at that old guy go,” he said,
“Uh, oh, whoa, past us please do not go.
“Yell yells,” he said, “Ring the bells,” he said,
“Though a couple don’t work very well,
Let’s welcome St. Nick and his sleigh.”
Ding, dong, clunk.

[@rickleemusic1]

Thank you for this! Long overdue!