You may talk of rock 'n roll and those cats who belt out soul,
And those ding-a-lings who croon with half a voice.
But when it comes to singing that'll set the rafters ringing,
Then an operatic tenor is your choice.
Now the tenor is the guy who can hit those notes so high,
That they travel way beyond the mezzanine.
And of all that noisy gang, there was never one who sang,
Like that mighty little tenor, Arthur Freen.
And it's 'Freen! Freen! Freen!', with his vocal cords all sprayed with Listerine...
(Sorry, that's all I remember. Can't find it online. )
Boru
And those ding-a-lings who croon with half a voice.
But when it comes to singing that'll set the rafters ringing,
Then an operatic tenor is your choice.
Now the tenor is the guy who can hit those notes so high,
That they travel way beyond the mezzanine.
And of all that noisy gang, there was never one who sang,
Like that mighty little tenor, Arthur Freen.
And it's 'Freen! Freen! Freen!', with his vocal cords all sprayed with Listerine...
(Sorry, that's all I remember. Can't find it online. )
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson
